Date: 1633
"within my heart I made / Closets; and in them many a chest; / And like a master in my trade, / In those chests, boxes; in each box, a till: / Yet grief knows all, and enters when he will."
preview | full record— Herbert, George (1593-1633)
Date: 1633
"Our two soules therefore, which are one, / Though I must goe, endure not yet / A breach, but an expansion, / Like gold to ayery thinnesse beate."
preview | full record— Donne, John (1572-1631)
Date: 1633
"If they be two, they are two so / As stiffe twin compasses are two, / Thy soule the fixt foot, makes no show / To move, but doth, if the'other doe."
preview | full record— Donne, John (1572-1631)
Date: 1640
"Hexamater's no sterling, and I feare / What the brain coines goes scarce for currency there"
preview | full record— Randolph, Thomas (bap. 1605, d. 1635)
Date: 1651
"And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel / Gives Edge, and Lustre: so my Mind, I feel / VVhetted, and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel"
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1651
"'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight / Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight / Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight."
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1651
"Why break'st thou not (my Soul) this Chain / Of Flesh? why lett'st thou that restrain / Thy nimble Flight into his Arms, / Whose only Look with gladness charms?"
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1651
"Now, treacherous Boy, thou hast me sure, / Playing the Wanton with my Heart, / As foolish Children that a Bird have got, / Slacken the Thread, but not unty the knot."
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
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."
preview | full record— 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."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)