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Date: 1590?, 1623

"O thou that dost inhabit in my breast , / Leave not the mansion so long tenantless / Lest, growing ruinous, the building fall / And leave no memory of what it was."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

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Date: 1682

"Love, that like a rich and potent Lord possesses, each close Apartment of this Charming Body, retains thy Vertue for some fitter season, and therefore shuts it up in some dark Closet, till the Riotous Soul has done its Revelling."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

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Date: 1696

"The Sences in Confederacy raise Rebellion against reason; there now is a Civil War over all this Compound Tabernacle. Pride and Desire disturb the Harmony of Government, endeavouring to undermine the tottering Fabrick, and to hurl all into Chaos and Confusion."

— Anonymous; George Powell (1658-1714), Publisher

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Date: 1696

"I find the danger now: my Spirits start / At the alarm, and from all quarters come / To Man my Heart, the Citadel of love."

— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)

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Date: 1700, 1702

"Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"My little Heart is satisfy'd with you, / You take up all her room; as in a Cottage / Which harbours some Benighted Princely Stranger, / Where the good Man, proud of his Hospitality, / Yields all his homely Dwelling to his Guest, / And hardly keeps a Corner for himself."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: 1703

"For oh! that Sorrow which has drawn your Anger, / Is the sad Native of Calista's Breast, / And once possest will never quit its Dwelling, / 'Till Life, the Prop all, shall leave the Building, / To tumble down, and moulder into Ruin."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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Date: June 1, 1732

"Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

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