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: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Sure I dream, or I am mad, and fansie it to be Love; Foolish Girl, recal thy banish'd Reason.--Ah! would it were no more, would I could rave, sure that would give me Ease, and rob me of the Sense of Pain; at least, among my wandring Thoughts, I should at sometime light upon Aurelian, and fansie ...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1693

"But thou, my Dear, hast found the only Art, / At once to Conquer and Enjoy my Heart"

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

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."

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1696

"For if we look through Reason's never erring Perspective, we then Survey their Souls, and view the Rubbish we were Chaffring for: And such I find, Hillaria's mind is made of."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

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."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"I doubt, Old Gentleman, you have such a Torrent of Philosophy running throngh your Pericranium, that it has washt your Brains away."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"Sir--Notwithstanding this provocation, I am calm; but were I like other Men, a Slave to Passion, shou'd not for-bear calling you Impertinent!"

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"He that strives not to Stem his Angers Tide, / Does a Mad Horse without a Bridle ride."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1696

"How near are men to Brutes, when their unruly Passions break the Bounds of Reason?"

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)