Date: July 25, 1676; 1677
"Therefore keep back the heart you come to restore, mine from this hour shakes off your bonds, and that you may not again enslave it, this day I will put it under the protection of one who is at least as fair as you."
preview | full record— Ravenscroft, Edward (c.1650- c.1700)
Date: 1677
"Love does all day the Soules great Empire keep, / But Wine at night Lulls the soft God asleep."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1670, rev. 1678
"My mind to me a kingdom is."
preview | full record— Ray [formerly Wray], John (1627-1705)
Date: 1678, 2nd edition in 1743
"Now as we have no voluntary Imperium at all, upon the Systole and Diastole of the Heart, so are we not conscious to our selves of any Energy of our own Soul that causes them, and therefore we may reasonably conclude from hence also, that there is some Vital Energy, without Animal Fancy or Synaes...
preview | full record— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)
Date: 1678, 2nd edition in 1743
"So that Cogitation is in Order of Nature, before Local Motion, and Incorporeal before Corporeal Substance, the Former having a Natural Imperium upon the Latter."
preview | full record— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)
Date: 1679
"For the Black King that had usurp'd that Land, / An Ill shapt Bastard had, of proud command, / Whom having drest up in a much Gallantry, / He did appear so pleasant in her Eye, / That he before had her affections won, / And in her heart established his Throne."
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1679
"'Tis he [Satan] that keeps the Soul in Iron Chains, / And robs her of all Sense; lest those great pains / She otherwise might feel, should make her cry / To be deliver'd from his slavery."
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1679
Reason, Innocence, and Love divide the empire and preside "o're th' Inferiour Appetite"
preview | full record— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)
Date: 1680
"Beauty, Love, Constancy, and Wit" may crown the heart
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1680
"O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties."
preview | full record— Lee, Nathaniel (1653-1692)