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Date: 1712

"What high Perfections grace the human Mind, / In Flesh imprison'd, and to Earth confin'd!"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

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Date: 1712

"She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

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Date: 1713

"Away the Skilful Doctor comes / Of Recipes and Med'cines full, / To check the giddy Whirl of Nature's Fires, / If so th' unruly Case requires; / Or with his Cobweb-cleansing Brooms / To sweep and clear the over-crouded Scull, / If settl'd Spirits flag, and make the Patient dull."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

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Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]

"They shift the moving Toyshop of their Heart; / Where Wigs with Wigs, with Sword-knots Sword-knots strive, / Beaus banish Beaus, and Coaches Coaches drive"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]

"Just in that instant, anxious Ariel sought / The close Recesses of the Virgin's thought."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

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Date: 1715

"No Beams of softning Pity touch thy Breast, / Too vile a Cell to harbour such a Guest."

— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)

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Date: 1715

"But now you'll enquire, can they all quarter there? / Why, Madam, my Heart's large enough, never fear. / There's room for my Phillis, / And soft Amarillis: / And Cælia the Fair, / Who need not despair / Of a good Lodging there:"

— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)

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Date: 1715

"No crafty Machiavelian Arts possest / The pious Closets of his Royal Breast"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

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Date: 1715

"Or can they ought that's mean, when God has set / A Jewel in their earthly Cabinet?"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

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Date: 1717

"I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

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