Date: 1566

"Those raging storms of wrath That so bedym the eyes of thine intent"

— Gascoigne, George (1534/5- - 1577)

Date: w. 1592-3 or 1595?, 1623

"See, see, what showers arise, / Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, / Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!"

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust / Ensuing danger, as by proof we see / The water swell before a boist'rous storm."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1597

"Methought I had, and often did I strive / To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood / Stopped-in my soul and would not let it forth / To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air, / But smothered it within my panting bulk, / Who almost burst to belch it in the sea."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: August, 1674; 1675

"My rage he scorns, and negligent appears, / And thinks the Storm will melt away in tears"

— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)

Date: 1702

"In Adversity / The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest; / Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease, / And loses all her Firmness."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"For oh! My faithful Haly, / Another Care has taken up thy Master; / Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul, / Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me; / This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast: / In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts, / To drive her out with Empire, and ...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

"A rising storm of Passion shook her Breast, / Her Eyes a piteous show'r of Tears let fall, / And then she sigh'd as if her Heart were breaking."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are ge...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

"At first her Rage was dumb, and wanted Words, / But when the Storm found way, 'twas wild and loud. / Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God, / Enthusiastick Passion swell'd her Breast, / Enlarg'd her Voice, and ruffled all her Form."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)