Date: 1682
"I fear my breast wants room for the excessive joy; is stuck round with the darts of your Beauty, like an Orange that is stuck with Cloves."
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Date: 1682
"I freely give it: so is my heart the dearest faithfull Closet of your Merit."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1682
"Love, that like a rich and potent Lord possesses, each close Apartment of this Charming Body, retains thy Vertue for some fitter season, and therefore shuts it up in some dark Closet, till the Riotous Soul has done its Revelling."
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Date: 1683
"I have Imbezell'd all the Furniture of my Soul and body in vice, though Heaven gave me an excellent House-keeper to look to it all, a careful wakeful Creature, call'd a Conscience, which never slept, never let me sleep in ill, but I abus'd her, sought to turn her out of doors, nay, Murder her, b...
preview | full record— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)
Date: June, 1684
"All this I think is in the power of Love, and yet it cannot work a change in me, my heart is link'd so firmly to your Virtues. Magick cannot break the chain."
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Date: 1686
"Charm her with tender and obliging words, and make her heart like Gold within a Furnace; Melt down before the Language of my Love."
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Date: 1686
"So much of joy crowds fast into my heart, / There is not room for utterance"
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Date: 1686
"Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?"
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Date: 1686
"My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1686
"I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)