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Date: 1691

"If then the Medium's false [i.e., the senses], thrô which Arts go, / How can we hope the genuine Truth to know? / The Water pure and clear i'th' Fountain flows; / But with ill Mixtures doth its Nature lose; / And tasts of every Soil, thrô which it goes."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

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Date: 1691

"What Magick force the Captiv'd Ear doth ty, / When well plac'd Words from Artfull Lips do fly, / And calm or raise the Mind, as Storms the Sea?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

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Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Her Eyes diffus'd Rays comfortable as warmth, and piercing as the light; they would have worked a passage through the straightest Pores, and with a delicious heat, have play'd about the most obdurate frozen Heart, untill 'twere melted down to Love."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

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Date: 1692

""Kind melting Kisses, modest, yet desiring, / May raise to Life a Passion Just expiring; / And he's a Monster Affrick ne're saw, / Whose frozen Mind such kind Heats cannot thaw."

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

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Date: 1693

The current

— Dove, William

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Date: 1693

"Well, the night comes, the Maid plies Clelia harder with Glasses than ever, not without mixing Friends to Venus in the Liquor, which was still advanc'd by the Discourse that was on purpose brought in by the Maid to stir up warm desires, when the Wine had already heated her blood; and all this ha...

— Anonymous

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Date: 1693

"It would be tedious for me to tell you, how ill I bore this worst change of my Fortune; I raged, I grieved, till my Sighs and Tears grew so thick upon one another, that no one could know which was the most plentiful of their two Fountains, my Heart, or my Eyes."

— Anonymous

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Date: 1693

"for though your Highness, did make some Addresses to her, which as she told me, served to ruin her the more, yet they would never have proved any advantage to you; since we both thought, that you spoke out of Raillery more than any serious design; besides, in the highest tide of her Passion, she...

— Anonymous

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Date: 1693

"My heart is now calm and even like a standing water, and I could wish it would so remain, without the Flux, and Reflux of a passionate tyde agitated and driven at the mercy of the winds; sometimes rising with the floods of Joy, above the banks of moderation: and afterwards discending into the Gu...

— Higden, Henry (bap. 1645)

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Date: 1694

The soul is infused into the infant after (about) 45 days in the womb

— Aristotle [pseud.]

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