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Date: c. 1680

"The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby / Exposde to danger great suburbs ly, / The which they do desert, and speedily / The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify, / The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call / Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all / Which quickly come hence."

— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)

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Date: 1680

"Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery"?

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"So week and feeble I am grown, / Wasted to nothing, ev'ry bone / Disjoynted, from its place doth start, / Like Wax dissolv'd so is my Heart."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"Here your dear Memory shall be inshrin'd, / And deep impression bear upon our mind."

— Livingstone, Michael (fl. 1680)

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Date: 1680

"But how shall I begin this great Confession? / Which in my Soul doth make this deep Impression:"

— Dean, John (fl. 1680-1684)

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Date: 1680

"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / Within each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / VVithin each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot"

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

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Date: 1680

"Bright Reason's ray, / By damp of Wine, within this Hemisphere, / Was quench'd before: and now dim sense, to stay, / Must not expect, long after Her."

— Darby, Charles (bap. 1635, d.1709)

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Date: 1680

Bacchus may have "Legal Right" to do Morpheus job and "lock up each mans Brain: / Since every Room / His own Goods did contain, / And was his proper Wine-Cellar become."

— Darby, Charles (bap. 1635, d.1709)

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Date: 1680

"Our charmed Eyes, O had you never cloy'd, / Our Palate tickled, or we still enjoy'd / That pleasant prospect, this Soul-raping Guest, / That Royal fare, we had been always Blest."

— Livingstone, Michael (fl. 1680)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.