Date: 1598
"His heart like an agate with your print impressed, / Proud with his form, in his eye pride expressed."
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Date: 1675
"Our Poet hope's you'll not expect to day, / T'have all his down-right thoughts drest up so gay, / If his Coyn chinks too much, you'll doubt allay."
preview | full record— Fane, Sir Francis (d. 1691)
Date: 1679
"From Heav'n was with a Silver Cord let down, / And into the Souls mass divinely thrown, / To be its Salt, miraculously contriv'd"
preview | full record— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)
Date: 1689
And yet there is, there is one prize / Lock'd in an adamantine Breast; / Storm that then, Love, if thou be'st wise, / A Conquest above all the rest, / Her Heart, who binds all Hearts in chains, / Castanna's Heart untouch'd remains."
preview | full record— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)
Date: 1696
"But there's no fault in her 1000 l. a year, and that's the Loadstone that attracts my heart--The Wise, and Grave, may tell us of strange Chimæra's call'd Virtues in a Woman, and that they alone are the best Dowry; but faith we younger Brothers are of another mind."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1706, 1709
"O 'tis a Thought would melt a Rock, / And make a Heart of Iron move."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1706, 1709
"COME let me Love: or is my Mind / Harden'd to Stone, or froze to Ice?"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"Oh, Melliora! didst thou but know the thousandth Part of what this Moment I endure, the strong Convulsions of my warring Thoughts, thy Heart, steel'd as it is, and frosted round with Virtue, wou'd burst its icy Shield, and melt in Tears of Blood, to pity me."
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1720
"Ah vile Heart, more obdurate and harder than Adamant! upon this cruel Anvil was forged the Chains that bound up my unlucky Destiny!"
preview | full record— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)
Date: 1723, 1740
"Those slighted Favours which cold Nymphs dispense, / Mere common Counters of the Sense, / Defective both in Mettle and in Measure, / A Lover's Fancy coins into a Treasure."
preview | full record— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)