Date: 1724
"But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd."
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Date: 1724
"Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!"
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Date: 1724
"All my fierce passions rise with that reflection, / Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire, / The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein, / And my brain splits with agony!"
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Date: 1724
"My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me! / I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse! / My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!"
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Date: 1800
"The inner world, his microcosmus, is / The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally."
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