Date: 1677

"But when Love held the Mirror, the undeceiving Glass / Reflected all the weakness of my Soul, and made me know / My richest treasure being lost, my Honour, / All the remaining spoil cou'd not be worth / The Conqueror's Care or Value."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1677

"He hath a Lamp, but that Lamp hath no Oyl. / He hath a Soul, but what doth that embrace?"

— Speed, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. 1679?)

Date: 1677

"--Hah--Celinda--in my crowd of thoughts / I had forgot I sent"

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1677

"Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam, / Thou, of Comforters the best, / Thou, the Souls delightful Guest, / A refreshing sweet relief."

— Speed, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. 1679?)

Date: 1677

"Or else unto those Birds (aspiring) rare, / The Soul contemplative I may compare, / Of whom King David worthily attests, / That by the Holy Altar build their Nests: / So Meditation's said in holy Story, / To build her Nest about the Throne of Glory."

— Speed, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. 1679?)

Date: 1678

"Into his studious Closet to stuff his Lunatick head, since he can get nothing for his belly."

— Porter, Thomas (1636-1680)

Date: 1678

"And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, / Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1678

"But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind, / [the soul] Works all her folly up, and casts it outward / To the world's open view"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

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: 1680

"I said you were all Mettle; A brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper nose and beard."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)