Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"For still I did preserve your Image in my Heart, and you were ever present to my dearest Thoughts."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"I burn and am consumed with hopeless Love; those Beams in whose soft temperate warmth I wanton'd heretofore, now flash destruction to my Soul, my Treacherous greedy Eyes have suck'd the glaring Light, they have united all its Rays, and, like a burning-Glass, Convey'd the pointed Meteor to-my Hea...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1692

"He had a Box full of smoaky Thoughts, which drew tears from the Eyes of him that held his Nose over 'em. And this was said to be part of the Mind of some Grandee, who was always forming of Engines, to the prejudice of those that liv'd nere him."

— Gildon, Charles (1665-1724)

Date: 1692

"The thinking States-man, when the News he hears, / How e're his Thought may be employ'd, In projects for his Countries good, / Now lays aside the weight of publick cares, / And with a Mind unbent, prepares / To share the common Joy, since now / In Mirth to Revel, Stoicks would allow, / The Plodd...

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1693

"[I]'th' ductile Wax he'd stampt his mind / The Name his Mother gave, surpriz'd we find."

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1693

"As you would Guard my Everlasting Peace, / Remember all those Charms that Seal'd my Heart"

— Powell, George (166?-1714)

Date: 1693

"An impression made on Bees-wax or Lead will not last so long as on Brass or Steel. Indeed, if it be renew'd often, it may last the longer; but every new reflecting on it is a new impression, and 'tis from thence one is to reckon, if one would know how long the Mind reteins it"

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1693

Locke's book is "designed for a Gentleman's Son, who being then very little, I considered only as white Paper, or Wax, to be moulded and fashioned as one pleases."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1693

"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]

Date: 1693

"But why must those be thought to scape, that feel / Those Rods of Scorpions, and those Whips of Steel / Which Conscience shakes, when she with Rage controuls, / And spreads Amazing Terrors through their Souls?"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]