Date: 1630

"The apostle tells us that this love is the fulfilling of the law, not that it is enough to love our brother and so no further; but in regard of the excellency of his parts giving any motion to the other as the soul to the body and the power it hath to set all the faculties at work in the outward...

— Winthrop, John (1588–1649)

Date: 1630

"Now when the soul, which is of a sociable nature, finds anything like to itself, it is like Adam when Eve was brought to him."

— Winthrop, John (1588–1649)

Date: 1630

"She hath a great propensity to do it good and receives such content in it, as fearing the miscarriage of her beloved she bestows it in the inmost closet of her heart."

— Winthrop, John (1588–1649)

Date: 1681?

"The Pict no shelter now shall find / Within his parti-colour'd mind; / But from this valour sad / Shrink underneath the plaid."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681?

"Within this sober Frame expect / Work of no Forrain Architect ; / That unto Caves the Quarries drew, / And Forrests did to Pastures hew; / Who of his great Design in pain / Did for a Model vault his Brain, / Whose Columnes should so high be rais'd / To arch the Brows that on them gaz'd."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

All the "lodgings" of the mind may be "Compos'd into one Gallery."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"That, for all furniture, you'l find / Only your Picture in my Mind."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"For thou alone to people me, / Art grown a num'rous Colony; / And a Collection choicer far / Then or White-hall's, or Mantua's were."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"The mind, that ocean where each kind / Does straight its own resemblance find, / Yet it creates, transcending these, / Far other worlds, and other seas"

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"Here at the fountain's sliding foot, / Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, / Casting the body's vest aside, / My soul into the boughs does glide; / There like a bird it sits and sings, / Then whets, and combs its silver wings; / And, till prepar'd for longer flight, / Waves in its plumes the var...

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)