Date: 1667

"He that commands himself is more a Prince / Then he who Nations keeps in awe; / Who yield to all that does their Souls convince, / Shall never need another Law."

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

Date: 1677

"Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep, / But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1677

"But when Love held the Mirror, the undeceiving Glass / Reflected all the weakness of my Soul, and made me know / My richest treasure being lost, my Honour, / All the remaining spoil cou'd not be worth / The Conqueror's Care or Value."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1677

"--Hah--Celinda--in my crowd of thoughts / I had forgot I sent"

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1680

"I said you were all Mettle; A brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper nose and beard."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1681

"[A] Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts"

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1682

"Judge then what my Heart Feels, who, like a fire but lightly cover'd o're with the cold Ashes of Despair, with the least blast, breaks out into a flame."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1682

"Dear Object of my Love! didst thou but know / The Tortures, that I daily undergo / For thy dear sake, thou sure woud'st be so kind, / To weep the Troubles that invade my mind."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

Date: 1682

"You took my Counsel and became my Friend: / And by those Ties, did earnestly request, / That I wou'd make Marina's Heart your Guest."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

Date: 1682

"Each step you take, hales me a step more near / To the cold Grave: (nor is't an idle Fear) / For know, my Soul to you is chained fast, / And if you make such cruel, fatal hast, / Must quit it's Seat, and be so far unkind, / To leave my fainting, breathless Trunk behind."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)