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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Since the same Flame, by different Ways express'd, / Glows in the Heroe's and the Poet's Breast."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"'Tis wonderful indeed; and yet great Souls, / By Nature half divine, soar to the Stars, / And hold a near Acquaintance with the Gods."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"And oh, my Prince, when I survey thy Virtue, / I own the Seal of Heav'n imprinted on thee; / I stand convinc'd that good and holy Powers / Inspire and take Delight to dwell within thee."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Yes, Oswald, by the conscious Judge within, / So do I stand acquitted to my self, / That were my Ethelinda free from Danger, / On Peril of my Life, I would make known, / And to the World avow my Love and Faith."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"In Honour's Name remember what you are, / Break from the Bondage of this feeble Passion, / And urge your way to Glory."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Speak it, nor wound the Softness of my Soul / With these obscure Complainings; speak, my Lord."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"My faithful Seofrid / Has pierc'd into her very inmost Heart, / And found thee reigning there."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"I love, my Aribert; I doat to Death: / The raging Flame has touch'd my Heart, my Brain, / And Madness will ensue."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds, / And I am lost for ever."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Where is my Ethelinda now!--that dear one, / That gently us'd to breath the Sounds of Peace, / Gently as Dews descend, or Slumbers creep; / That us'd to brood o'er my tempestuous Soul, / And hush me to a Calm."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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