Date: 1658

"Cleanse me from soul infecting sin, / And purely purg away my dross, / O do thou take from me my Tin;"

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

"The Alc'ran sayes, (which who will may beleeve) / The Moon descended into Mahomet's sleeve: / 'Tis strange! yet God doth his loves lamp impart / T'a more coarcted room, what's that? the heart."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

"O may the lustre of those rayes divine / Be alwaies sparkling in this heart of mine!"

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

"When God had framed man with wondrous art, / He after made his soul the nobler part; / He did his dross with sacred fire refine / And breath'd in him a soul, a soul divine."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

"Wit, Understanding, Memory, and Will, / The pallace of the soul inhabit still."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

In "Man's head ... madam Reason is enthron'd, her grace / Reignes like an Empress in the highest place."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

"My lady Will, resideth in the brain; / The Judgment there, there doth Minerva raigne"

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1658

"May not our eyes bee very well defin'd / The Looking-glass of Nature, and the minde."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1660

"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1660

"A silent night inhabits my sad breast, / And now no chearful thought will be my guest."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)