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: 1692

"A Nobler, A Diviner Guest" may take possession of the Breast

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: 1692

"Take bright Urania to thy Amorous breast, / To her thy flaming heart resign; / Void not the room, but change the guest, / And let thy sensual love commence Divine"

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: 1693

"Not far remov'd before, but a new Fear, / And crowding anxious Thoughts surpriz'd 'em here."

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

Date: 1696

"I find the danger now: my Spirits start / At the alarm, and from all quarters come / To Man my Heart, the Citadel of love."

— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)

Date: 1700

"Whate'er within this sacred Hall you find, / Whate'er will lodge in your capacious Mind "

— 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."

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

Date: 1701, 1704

"[I]t follows that the most direct and natural Way for the discovery of Truth, is, instead of going abroad for Intelligence, to retire into our selves, and there with humble and silent Attention, both to consult and receive the Answers of interior Truth, even that Divine Master which teaches in t...

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: 1705

"For though she might be prevail'd with to sacrifice one to the Service of the other, yet she would never part with the last, without it was to gratifie that Noble Passion of Revenge, which is the darling Vice of her Sex, and was not a Stranger to Zarah's Breast."

— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)

Date: 1707, 1709

"So fell Great Britains Orpheus in his Rage, / When Furies in his Breast began to howl, / And Cares that wait on Life's uncertain Stage, / Had quite untun'd his Soul."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)