Date: 1699

"The Soul which was of purest Angel-kind, / The reflex Image of its Maker's Mind."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Then th' Understanding without pain did climb: / Capacious, Active, Lively, and Sublime, / Clear as fair Fountains, and as pure as they, / Chast as the Morn, and open as the day."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Love then, that sweet procession of the Mind, / Was from all Dross, and Earthly Dreggs refin'd."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Wing'd with pure Zeal above the Clouds [the mind?] rode, And without Plato's Scale arriv'd at God."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Our prepossessions and Affections bind / The Soul in Chains and lord it o'er the Mind."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Better the Mind no Notions had retain'd, / But still a fair unwritten blank remain'd."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Unstudy'd Knowledge only was design'd, / The rich Attire of Adam's glorious Mind."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Reason 'tis true, should over sense preside, / Correct our Notions and our Judgments guide; / But false Opinions, rooted in the mind / Hood-wink the Soul, and keep the Reason blind."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Reason's a Taper, which but faintly burns: / A Languid Flame that glows and dies by turns: / We see't a while, and but a little way / We travel by its Light, as Men by Day; / But quickly dying, it forsakes us soon; / Like Morning Stars that never stay till Noon."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1699

"Reason has little now to do but prove / That some most perfect Being rules above, / And this by little Inference we find: / 'Tis plain; 'tis bright, 'tis written on the Mind."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)