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Date: 1803

"What though Astrea decks my soul in gold, / My mortal lumber trembles with the cold;"

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

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Date: 1803

"How shall I touch his iron soul with pain, / Who hears unmoved a multitude complain?"

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

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Date: 1803

"Sermons, though flowing from the sacred lawn, / Are flimsy wires from reason's ingot drawn."

— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)

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