Date: 1661

"Then is the Soul fit to be wrought upon, / And to receive Heav'ns seal's impression."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1661

"The Microcosm, little world, or Man, / Containeth all the outward great world can."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"Great Prince, th' Almighty has to you been kind, / Stamp'd Graces on your Body and your mind."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"From him his Son true Loyalty understood, / Imprest on's Soul, seal'd with his Father's Bloud."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1691

"Trade is the very Life and Soul of the Universe, which, like the Vital Blood in the Body, Circulates to the Health, and well-being of the whole, and when by the failure of Industry, there is a stop put to Commerce, it often proves as fatal to the Body Politick, as the stagnating of the Blood doe...

— Blount, Thomas Pope, Sir (1649-1697)

Date: 1691

"And besides who knows but the Same Observation may hold true in Men, which is in Metals, That those of the strongest and noblest Substance, are hardest to be Polisht."

— Blount, Thomas Pope, Sir (1649-1697)

Date: 1691

"I cannot conceive the true Cause hereof [that Men of Learning are uncouth in their discourse], unless it be, that as Plants are Choakt by over-much Moisture, and Lamps are Stifl'd with too much Oil; so are the Actions of the Mind overwhelm'd by over-abundance of Matter and Study."

— Blount, Thomas Pope, Sir (1649-1697)

Date: 1691

"I told you he Rambles with all his might, and 'tis true enough, for he sets his Heart upon't, and there's not one particle of his Body, nor immaterial Snip of his Soul, but Rambles as fast as his Legs, nay, some much faster."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"All matter is in motion, and therefore perpetually chang'd and alter'd--now in how many shapes that little handful which makes up my Souls Luggage, has been formerly dress'd, I'll promise you, I'll not undertake to tell ye."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"So innocent is the Soul of Kainophilus, so like fair white Paper, wherein you may presently see the least blot or speck of dirt that happens to fall upon it."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)