Date: 1691

"If then the Medium's false [i.e., the senses], thrô which Arts go, / How can we hope the genuine Truth to know? / The Water pure and clear i'th' Fountain flows; / But with ill Mixtures doth its Nature lose; / And tasts of every Soil, thrô which it goes."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Since then Effluviums from all Objects break, / And thrô the Air their unseen Journeys take, / To every Sense in various Measures come; / How is it that the crowding Troops find room? / Numberless Numbers to each Sense repair, / That various Motions, Forms, and Garbs do wear; / Enough to stifle ...

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"What Energy doth thrô his Vitals move; / What Magick Charm doth stirr him up to Love? / When Thoughts on winged Particles advance, / When piercing Looks the Lover's mutually entrance, / And their Souls on the fiery Atoms dance?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Whether these Parts, so subtle and refin'd, / That carry the Ideas to the Mind, / Barely by contact do their Acts maintain; / Or do materially invade the Brain, / A pressing doubt doth yet unsolv'd remain."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"How is't the Mind can former Objects view, / And dress i'th' Brain the wandring Schemes anew? / How haps, what did unto our Sight advance, / In Dreams again i'th' cheated Soul do dance, / And with fresh Charms the credulous Mind entrance?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"What Magick force the Captiv'd Ear doth ty, / When well plac'd Words from Artfull Lips do fly, / And calm or raise the Mind, as Storms the Sea?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Reason and Sense do from thy Concords fly, / For th' Human Soul it self's but Harmony."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"For wheresoe'r We look's an unknown Coast, / Our Mind perplex'd in endless Storms is tost; / And in th' Abyss all Wit and Learning lost."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"If thro the Eye the Vigorous Object darts / Into the Brain these small Aerial Parts; / How are they entertain'd, when Crowds do come? / How do the little narrow Cells make room? / Do all, that to an Object do belong, / Into one Place unmixt with others throng?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1692

"For these rude Pangs of Jealousie, are much more certain signs / Of Love, than all the tender Words an amorous Fancy coins."

— Walsh, William (bap. 1662, d. 1708)