Date: 1693
"I grant this true: But, still, the deadly wound / Is in thy Soul: 'Tis there thou art not sound."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1693
"Knock on my Heart; for thou hast skill to find / If it sound solid, or be fill'd with Wind; / And, thro the veil of words, thou view'st the naked Mind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1706
"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1707, 1710
"Nor should such ruffling Storms molest / The Halcyon Smoothness of thy Breast / Doubt, Avarice, and the pale Multitude / Of greedy Harpyes, which intrude / Ev'n at our Meals, no Entrance find / On the strong Armour of your Mind, / Which You can straiten or unbend."
preview | full record— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)
Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]
"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace / And Image of the Godhead."
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1714, 1723
"The passing Minds their former Load sustain, / Are born, tho' loth, and sheath'd in Flesh again."
preview | full record— Hughes, Jabez (1685-1731)