Date: 1685

"No, no, such practises I do detest, / I keep a constant Jury in my breast, / By which I'm hourly try'd, no allegation, / No fain'd excuse, no specious information, / No falshood, no corrupted evidence, / In that impartial Court of Conscience, / Will ever be receiv'd, at any rate, / From this sam...

— Clark, William (fl. 1663-1685)

Date: 1684 [1685]

"Would I could coin my very heart to gold!"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1686

"But now Within there's Civil War, / In Arms my rebel Passions are, / Their old Allegiance laid aside"

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"That many-headed Monster [the passions] has thrown down / Its lawful Monarch Reason from its Throne."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

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."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"He finds no Tempest in his Mind, / Fears no Billow, feels no Wind: / All is serene, and quiet there."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"So much of joy crowds fast into my heart, / There is not room for utterance"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

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."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)