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Date: 1642, 1655, 1668

"My eye, which swift as thought contracts the space / That lies between, and first salutes the place / Crown'd with that sacred pile, so vast, so high, / That whether 'tis a part of Earth, or sky, / Uncertain seems, and may be thought a proud / Aspiring mountain, or descending cloud, / Pauls, the...

— Denham, John, Sir (1615-1669)

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Date: 1642, 1655, 1668

"Nor wonder, if (advantag'd in my flight, / By taking wing from thy auspicious height) / Through untrac't ways, and aery paths I fly, / More boundless in my Fancy than my eie."

— Denham, John, Sir (1615-1669)

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Date: 1642, 1655, 1668

"O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream / My great example, as it is my theme! / Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, / Strong without rage, without ore-flowing full."

— Denham, John, Sir (1615-1669)

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Date: 1674, 1686

"For Fancy's like a rough, but ready Horse, / Whose mouth is govern'd more by skill than force; / Wherein (my Friend) you do a Maistry own, / If not particular to you alone; /Yet such at least as to all eyes declares /Your Pegasus the best performs his Ayres."

— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)

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Date: 1683

Reason may (not) "rule the Rost"

— Dixon, Robert (1614/15-1688).

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Date: 1683

" How does Reason rule the Rost. / When Lasciviousness rides Post?"

— Dixon, Robert (1614/15-1688).

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Date: 1683

"Many a Lye, many a Fable, / Is engrav'd on the Souls Razed Table."

— Dixon, Robert (1614/15-1688).

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Date: 1683

"Pythagoras saw Hesiod's Soul ty'd / To Brass-Pillars, wept and cry'd;"

— Dixon, Robert (1614/15-1688).

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Date: 1689

"She's fair enough, only she wants the art / To set her Beauties off as they can doe, / And that's the cause she ne'er heard any woo, / Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart."

— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)

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Date: 1689

And yet there is, there is one prize / Lock'd in an adamantine Breast; / Storm that then, Love, if thou be'st wise, / A Conquest above all the rest, / Her Heart, who binds all Hearts in chains, / Castanna's Heart untouch'd remains."

— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)

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