Date: 1695
"Compos'd of these, light Scenes and Shows appear, / Which still employ the restless Theater. / Divinely mov'd, the Airy Figures take / Their several Ranks, and this bright Vision make."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1696
"Poor thredbare Vertue ne'er admir'd in Court. / But seeks its Refuge in an honest Mind, / There it securely dwells, / Like Anchorets in Cells / Where no Ambition nor wild Lust resorts."
preview | full record— Tutchin, John (1661-1707)
Date: 1696
"Pitty would not now at least /Have been a stranger to her Breast"
preview | full record— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)
Date: 1697
"It reach'd the inmost Marrow of the Brain / Where we perceive our Pleasures, and our Pain. / There where the Soul upon her Throne abides, / And from our Sight conceal'd her Empire guides: / Do's various Orders various Tasks dispence, / To all th'inferiour Ministers of Sence."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1697
"Our Senses to the Mind while lodg'd in Clay, / Do all their various Images convey. / Things that we tast, and feel, and see, afford / The Seeds of Thought with which our Minds are stor'd."
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Date: 1700
"Whate'er within this sacred Hall you find, / Whate'er will lodge in your capacious Mind "
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1700
"He knows those Strings to touch with artful Hand / Which rule Mankind, and all the World command: / What moves the Soul, and every secret Cell / Where Pity, Love, and all the Passions dwell."
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1700
"He oft reflected on the sacred Guest, / Which had her fixt abode within his Breast, / And in his Works her God-like Form exprest."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1700, 1717
"Then let not Piety be put to flight, / To please the tast of Glutton-Appetite; / But suffer inmate Souls secure to dwell, / Lest from their Seats your Parents you expel; / With rabid Hunger feed upon your kind, / Or from a Beast dislodge a Brother's Mind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one, / Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)