Date: 1667
"When shall these clogs of Sense and Fancy break, / That I may hear the God within me speak?"
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"How vain a thing is Man, whose noblest part, / That Soul which through the World doth rome, / Traverses Heav'n, finds out the depth of Art, / Yet is so ignorant at home?"
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"I wonder not to find those that know most, / Profess so much their Ignorance; / Since in their own Souls greatest Wits are lost, / And of themselves have scarce a glance."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"A Soul self-mov'd which can dilate, contract, / Pierces and judges things unseen: / But this gross heap of Matter cannot act, / Unless impulsed from within."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"So unconcern'd she lives, so much above / The Rubbish of a sordid Jail, / That nothing doth her Energy improve / So much as when those structures fail."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"It is our narrow thoughts shorten these things, / By their companion Flesh inclin'd; / Which feeling its own weakness gladly brings / The same opinion to the Mind."
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Date: 1684
"Since Harmony, like Fire to VVax, does fit / The softned Heart Impressions to admit."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1686
"But the false Image she will ne're erace, / Though far unworthy still to hold its place: / So hard it is, even Wiser grown, to take / Th' Impression out, which Fancy once did make."
preview | full record— Killigrew, Anne (1660-1685)
Date: 1688
"Each character performs its noble part, / And stamps its Image on the Readers heart"
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Date: 1717
"I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me."
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