Date: 1667
"Nor could they trouble us, but that our mind / Hath its own glory unto dross confin'd."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"So Age and Death by slow approches come, / And by that just inevitable doom / By which the Soul (her cloggy dross once gone) / Puts on Perfection, and resumes her own."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1686
"Or coldness, worse than Steel, the Loyal heart doth wound"
preview | full record— Killigrew, Anne (1660-1685)
Date: 1686
A " Heav'n-born Mind" may have "no Dross to purge from [its] Rich Ore:"
preview | full record— Killigrew, Anne (1660-1685)
Date: 1703
"Those dear Delights, in which I still shall find / Ten thousand Joys to feast my Mind, / Joys, great as Sense can bear, from all its Dross refin'd."
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1703
"But those who're from their earthly Dross calcin'd,
Who tast the Pleasures of a virtuous Mind"
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1703
Some might "still think on, till the confining Clay / Fall off, and nothing's left behind /Of drossy Earth, nothing to clog the Mind."
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1703
"But they who are all Intellect and Will, / And what they please fulfil, / Whose Minds are pure, free from the least Allay, / Serene, and clear, as everlasting Day, / Imbibe the most extatick Joys with eager Haste, / Nor can th' immense Excess immortal Spirits waste."
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1703
"The true, substantial Wealth is lodg'd within; / 'Tis there the brightest Gems are found: / Such as wou'd great and glorious Treasures win, Treasures which theirs for ever will remain, / Must Piety and Wisdom strive to gain."
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1713
"The Rafters sink, and bury'd with his Coin / That Fate does with his living Thoughts combine; / For still his Heart's inclos'd within a Golden Mine."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)