Date: 1682
"Love, that like a rich and potent Lord possesses, each close Apartment of this Charming Body, retains thy Vertue for some fitter season, and therefore shuts it up in some dark Closet, till the Riotous Soul has done its Revelling."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1683
"I have Imbezell'd all the Furniture of my Soul and body in vice, though Heaven gave me an excellent House-keeper to look to it all, a careful wakeful Creature, call'd a Conscience, which never slept, never let me sleep in ill, but I abus'd her, sought to turn her out of doors, nay, Murder her, b...
preview | full record— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)
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."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1686
"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."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1691
"Men have no Windows in their Breast"
preview | full record— Wilson, John (bap. 1626, d. 1695?)
Date: 1700
"To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: 1700
"A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: December 13, 1700; 1701
"I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1701
"Contemplation is but an Overture to Madness, a discontented Temper renders the World Odious; and Melancholy, like Sleep, steals insensibly upon our Spirits; and when Solitude has contracted our Thoughts into a too serious Meditation, we fall into a Labyrinth of foolish Notions, that quite craze ...
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1702
"But that my Soul, conscious of whence it sprung, / Sits unpolluted in its sacred Temple, / And scorns to mingle with a Thought so mean."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)