Date: 1700
"The Lamp of Life burns dimly in my Breast, / Soon from its beating toil my weary Heart will rest."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1700, 1717
"He, tho' from Heav'n remote, to Heav'n cou'd move, / With Strength of Mind, and tread th' Abyss above; / And penetrate with his interior Light / Those upper Depths, which Nature hid from Sight"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1700
"Reason's a Taper, which but faintly burns, / A languid Flame that glows and dyes by Turns; / We see't a while, and but a little Way, / We Travel by its Light as Men by Day."
preview | full record— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)
Date: 1700
"But quickly Dying, [reason] forsakes us soon, / Like Morning Stars, that never stay till Noon."
preview | full record— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)