Date: 1661
"[Y]et is my Will / Free, as the Conquerour's: and Rome shall finde, / I still retain the Empire of my Minde, / That stands above her reach, where I alone / Will rule, and scorn to live, but on a Throne."
preview | full record— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)
Date: 1661
"[T]hrough ev'ry Breast [Faith] goes, invades their Minds, which, all-possest / By her great Deitie, each Soul doth prove / Her Altar, burning by her Sacred Love"
preview | full record— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)
Date: 1661
"But that, whose Sound, in the Pelîack Cave, / A Bridle to the Minds of Heroes gave, / And great Achilles Thoughts, the Centaure lov'd, / And when, upon the Strings, his Finger mov'd, / Hell's, or the Ocean's Fury 'twould allay."
preview | full record— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)
Date: 1661
"Him th'unhappy Queen / Views with an earnest Eye, and Entertains / With Smiles: for Love within her Bosom Reigns."
preview | full record— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)
Date: 1661
"To Liberty / A Bowl is crown'd, which all as greedily / Quaff off, as if in it they thought to finde / Their Wish, and Sense of Bondage from the Minde / Expel."
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Date: 1678
"Dares afraid his reasons house / (Though he had scarce so much as goose) / About his batter'd ears should tumble"
preview | full record— Philips, John (1676-1709)
Date: 1678
"He lik't not banging sans defeizance. / While t'other labors all he can / To make a window to his brain."
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Date: 1680
"Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery"?
preview | full record— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)
Date: 1680
"So week and feeble I am grown, / Wasted to nothing, ev'ry bone / Disjoynted, from its place doth start, / Like Wax dissolv'd so is my Heart."
preview | full record— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)
Date: 1680
"Those worthy deeds which he hath wrought / Within each breast, have left behind / Impressions, time can never blot."
preview | full record— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)