Date: 1701
"My Reason's conquer'd by more powerful Love, / Who rules as Tyrant in my captiv'd Breast."
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1701, 1704
"[I]t follows that the most direct and natural Way for the discovery of Truth, is, instead of going abroad for Intelligence, to retire into our selves, and there with humble and silent Attention, both to consult and receive the Answers of interior Truth, even that Divine Master which teaches in t...
preview | full record— Norris, John (1657-1712)
Date: 1702
"Open to Love your long-shut Breast, / And entertain its sweetest Guest."
preview | full record— Sedley, Sir Charles (1639-1701)
Date: 1702
But if ideas "remain in the Soul when I was only thinking of a Horse, whereever they are bestow'd, it may be presum'd, there is room for that one idea more without thrusting out another to give it place: and when that one is among them, I see no more reason why they must be all new imprest, than ...
preview | full record— Trotter, Catherine, later Cockburn, (1674?-1749)
Date: 1702
"The Vices common to her Sex, can find / No room, e'en in the Suburbs of her Mind."
preview | full record— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: w. 1677, 1702
"Vain wandring Thoughts, that crowd within my Breast / Do oft obstruct my Soul from Solid Rest; / like to vagrant Clouds, obscure the Mind / Which should to serious watching be inclin'd."
preview | full record— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)
Date: 1702
"Vice is a Thief, a Traytor in the Mind, / Assassinates the Vitals of Mankind."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1703, 1718
Light may fly back to Heaven and leave one's breast bereft of its "Celestial Guest"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1703
"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are ge...
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)