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Date: 1681

"Come, be genuine with me--here's a Protector's half Crown for thee--two shillings five pence sterling--and let it be a Key to unlock thy heart"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

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Date: June 28, 1693

"Beauties shine thro' the Work, adorn the whole, / Chain up the Sense, and captivate the Soul."

— Tate, Nahum (c. 1652-1715)

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Date: 1697

"[T[hou shalt see me mould his heart in the palm of my Hand like soft Wax, till I make it bear what impression I please"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

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Date: April 18, 1721

"Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought, / Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs, / And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil / In which her self is taken. I am lost, / Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd, / And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: April 18, 1721

"O the Medley / Of Right and Wrong! the Chaos in my Brain! / He should, and should not dye-- / You should Obey, / And not Obey.--It is a Day of Darkness, / Of Contradictions, and of many Deaths."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: April 18, 1721

"I told her, from your Childhood you was wont / On any great Surprize, but chiefly then / When cause of Sorrow bore it Company, / To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason, / A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1727, 1787

"Let us the soul in even balance bear; / Content with what we have, and what we are!"

— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)

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Date: 1730

"Britannia's state what bounds confine? / (Of rising thought O golden mine!) / Mountains, Alps, streams, gulfs, oceans, set no bound."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1742

"How was my heart incrusted by the world!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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Date: 1742

"But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, / Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. / As from the wing no scar the sky retains, / The parted wave no furrow from the keel, / So dies in human hearts the thought of death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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