Date: 1653

"Deare Brother, thy Idea in my mind doth lye, / And is intomb'd in my sad memory."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

Date: 1653

"And some place may in th' head be hung with black, / Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

Date: 1654

"The eyes and the ears are the inlets or doors of the soul, through which innumerable objects enter."

— Bradstreet, Anne (1612-1672)

Date: 1654

"The certainty that that time will come, together with the uncertainty, how, where, and when, should make us so to number our days to apply our hearts to wisdom, that when we are put out of these houses of clay we may be sure of an everlasting habitation that fades not away."

— Bradstreet, Anne (1612-1672)

Date: 1667

"Too promising, too great a mind/ In so small room to be confin'd"

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"By giving thy Soul room to move: / Affording scene unto that mind, / Which is too great to be confin'd. [...]Thou mightst retire, but who e're meant / A Palace for a Tenement"

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"And as in Palaces the outmost, worst / Rooms entertain our wonder at the first; / But once within the Presence-Chamber door, / We do despise what e're we saw before: / So when you with her Mind acquaintance get, / You'l hardly think upon the Cabinet."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"Thy Heart locks up my Secrets richly set, / And my Breast is thy private Cabinet."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"And yet those Souls, when first they met, / Lookt out at windows through the Eyes."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"And though 'tis true she [the soul] is imprison'd here, / Yet hath she Notions of her own, / Which Sense doth only jog, awake, and clear, / But cannot at the first make known."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)