Date: 1685

"The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, / Lets in new light by chinks that time hath made: / Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become, / As they draw near to their eternal home"

— Waller, Edmund (1606-1687)

Date: 1685

"Sure there's a lethargy in mighty woe, / Tears stand congealed, and cannot flow; / And the sad soul retires into her inmost room"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1685

"Thy prefence-Chamber is the Room / VVhere Soules and Joyes do meet"

— Mason, John (1646?-1694)

Date: 1685

Tho' a World of dull Bullion your essence do's hold, / Scarce an Atom of Soul was cast into the Mould, / Room enough, and to spare lavish Nature allows, / But provides not a Tenant to suit with the House

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1685

"Furnish the Table of my Heart, / Then come and be my Guest."

— Mason, John (1646?-1694)

Date: 1685

"The seas are quiet, when the winds give o'er, / So calm are we, when passions are no more"

— Waller, Edmund (1606-1687)

Date: 1684 [1685]

"Would I could coin my very heart to gold!"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1686

"But now Within there's Civil War, / In Arms my rebel Passions are, / Their old Allegiance laid aside"

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"That many-headed Monster [the passions] has thrown down / Its lawful Monarch Reason from its Throne."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"He finds no Tempest in his Mind, / Fears no Billow, feels no Wind: / All is serene, and quiet there."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)