Date: 1692

"His Eyes, which are the windows of his Soul, / With soft and languishing Desires are full."

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1692

"Abandon'd to a callousness and numness of soul"

— Bentley, Richard (1662-1742)

Date: 1692

"Suspence that torture of the Mind, / Long had our Thoughts in doubts dark Cave confin'd"

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1692

"A Nobler, a Diviner Guest, / Has took possession of my Breast; / He has, and must engross it all, / And yet the room is still too small."

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: 1692

"How long great God, how must I / Immur'd in this dark Prison lye! / Where at the Grates and Avenues of sense / My Soul must watch to have intelligence."

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: 1692

"There is no other dealing with you but violence, you use my heart worse than a Pirate would an utter Enemy, and put more chains than a Christian Slave has in the Turkish Bilboes--what did you mean by this Letter? why d'ye use me thus barbarously?"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"And with reverence be it spoken, and the Parallel kept at due distance, there is something of equality in the Proportion which they bear in reference to one another, with that between Comedy and Tragedy; but the Drama is the long extracted from Romance and History: 'tis the Midwife to Industry, ...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Madam, it is no small demonstration of the entire Resignation which I have made of my Heart to your Chains, since the secrets of it are no longer in my power."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Her Eyes diffus'd Rays comfortable as warmth, and piercing as the light; they would have worked a passage through the straightest Pores, and with a delicious heat, have play'd about the most obdurate frozen Heart, untill 'twere melted down to Love."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

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!"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)