Date: 1678

"But Fancy, I think, in Poetry, is like Faith in Religion; it makes far discoveries, and soars above reason, but never clashes, or runs against it. Fancy leaps, and frisks, and away she's gone; whilst reason rattles the chains, and follows after."

— Rymer, Thomas (1641-1713)

Date: w. 1677, published October, 1682

"Some Beams of Wit on other souls may fall, / Strike through and make a lucid intervall; / But Shadwell's genuine night admits no ray, / His rising Fogs prevail upon the Day."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1679

"I'le praise his Name, who hath reveal'd / To me his everlasting Love, / Who with his stripes my Soul hath heal'd."

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

Date: 1679

"For the Black King that had usurp'd that Land, / An Ill shapt Bastard had, of proud command, / Whom having drest up in a much Gallantry, / He did appear so pleasant in her Eye, / That he before had her affections won, / And in her heart established his Throne."

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

Date: 1679

"O stay, my Muse! reach me an Iron Pen, / T' engrave this on the marble hearts of men"

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

Date: 1679

"Looking me then to th' very Heart, / And with her Eye engraving there, / What e're she spake, in a deep Character, / Fixt and Compos'd"

— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)

Date: 1679

"The Soul's God's Candle, a light of acceptation"

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

Date: 1679

The soul "'tis blurr'd, and soil'd by filthy dust / O 'tis defac'd and spoil'd by means of Lust"

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

Date: 1679

"But he who stamp'd [the soul] there at first, can make / It once again a new Impression take."

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)

Date: 1679

God "can wash off the soil [from the soul], refine the Ore, / And make it shine fairer than heretofore."

— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)