Date: 1715

"Light of my Soul, my Hearts refined part, why dost thou weep, why like distilling Roses waste, dissolving thus thy Beauties to a Dew?"

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Reason's Efforts are vain, I am my Passion's Slave, and cannot quit this scornful Woman."

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"The Man's Passion is now at the Top, and Things cannot long stand at the Top; it is an old Observation I have made, that when the Pot boils over, it cools it self:--But then the Fat's all in the Fire--Ay! that is not as it shou'd be--she shou'd encourage him a little, or the hot Fit will be over...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Oh, the excessive Joy that fills my Soul with Thoughts of my approaching Happiness."

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Give me that solid one; I hate your thin and unsubstantial Soul, that every small Assault of Fortune breaks through, and makes ridiculous Mirth, or Sorrow; give me a Soul, a Humour that's in Grain, not one that fades like Colours in the Sun, and changes like your Cheeks; now Pale, now Red, and t...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1717

"Thy Heart, Courtwell, is like a Looking-Glass, it presently receives the Image of what is represented before it, and as soon loses it"

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1717

"So very well Sweetheart; I am mightily troubled with Phlegm--od I took it a little too high for my Constitution, but every time I look upon you, I fancy my self but Eighteen, and my Heart springs in my Belly like a Bird in a Cage."

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)