Date: 1681

"In Pow'r unpleas'd, impatient of Disgrace. / A fiery Soul, which working out its way, / Fretted the Pigmy-Body to decay; / And o'r inform'd the Tenement of Clay."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1681

"And all to leave, what with his Toyl he won, / To that unfeather'd, two legg'd thing, a Son: / Got, while his Soul did hudled Notions try; / And born a shapeless Lump, like Anarchy."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1682

One gaze and the leave "behind a conquered Heart"

— Coppinger, Matthew (fl. 1682)

Date: 1682

"Sh'has o'er my Soul an easie Conquest won."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"Great Prince, th' Almighty has to you been kind, / Stamp'd Graces on your Body and your mind."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"From him his Son true Loyalty understood, / Imprest on's Soul, seal'd with his Father's Bloud."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"This made Impression on some easie Minds, / Whom or good Nature, or false Pity blinds."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"What subtle dart / Had you at first to penetrate my Heart, / Obdure as Steel."

— Coppinger, Matthew (fl. 1682)

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."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1682

"I freely give it: so is my heart the dearest faithfull Closet of your Merit."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)