Date: August, 1674; 1675
"How! Is your Soul once more enter'd into that Bondage?"
preview | full record— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)
Date: 1677
"And mine / The truest Heart that e're obey'd the Dictates / Of Loves Imperial Power, from that hour / That first obtain'd my Eye the happy Object / Of your Perfections, my poor fetter'd Heart, / Proud of the Chains of such a Conquering Beauty, / Resolv'd to Grace the long wish'd Victory / With a...
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1692
"There is no other dealing with you but violence, you use my heart worse than a Pirate would an utter Enemy, and put more chains than a Christian Slave has in the Turkish Bilboes--what did you mean by this Letter? why d'ye use me thus barbarously?"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1730
"Thou golden chain 'twixt God and men, / Bless'd Reason! guide my life and pen."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"Our freedom chain'd; quite wingless our desire; / In sense dark-prison'd all that ought to soar / Prone to the centre; crawling in the dust; / Dismounted every great and glorious aim; / Embruted every faculty divine; / Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"Inebriate at fair Fortune's fountain-head, / And reeling through the wilderness of joy; / Where Sense runs savage, broke from Reason's chain, / And sings false peace, till smother'd by the pall."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1742
"O how self-fetter'd was my grovelling soul!"
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1743
"Bound, every heart! and every bosom, burn!"
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1743
"We wear the chains of Pleasure and of Pride: / These share the man; and these distract him too; / Draw different ways, and clash in their commands."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1744
"By toys entangled, or in guilt bemired, / [Ambition] turns a curse; it is our chain and scourge / In this dark dungeon, where confined we lie, / Close-grated by the sordid bars of sense; / All prospect of eternity shut out; / And, but for execution, ne'er set free."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)