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: 1598
"Most maculate thoughts, master, are masked under / such colours."
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Date: Jun 12, 1668; 1671
"'Tis so wild [Wildblood's heart], that the Lady who has it in her keeping, would be glad she were well rid on't: it does so flutter about the Cage. 'Tis a meer Bajazet; and if it be not let out the sooner, will beat out the brains against the Grates."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1684
"Since Harmony, like Fire to VVax, does fit / The softned Heart Impressions to admit."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1687
"Our Souls are in one mutual Knot combin'd, / Not Common Passion, Dull and Unrefin'd"
preview | full record— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)
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: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691
"O Leonora! (continued he) how hast thou stamp'd thine Image on my Soul! How much dearer am I to my self, since I have had thy Heavenly Form in keeping!"
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
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."
preview | full record— 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...
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Date: 1693
"New-minted Mischeifs rumble in his brain, / Each false Stamp'd Coin is melted down again, / 'Till refin'd Fancy fix'd on Woman."
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)