Date: 1700
"He oft reflected on the sacred Guest, / Which had her fixt abode within his Breast, / And in his Works her God-like Form exprest."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1700
"To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: 1700
"A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: December 13, 1700; 1701
"I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1701
"This may give him hopes, that tho' his Trunk return to its native Dust he may not all Perish, but the Inhabitant of it may remove to another Mansion; especially since he knows only Mechanically that they have, not Demonstratively how they have, even a present Union."
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: 1702
"But that my Soul, conscious of whence it sprung, / Sits unpolluted in its sacred Temple, / And scorns to mingle with a Thought so mean."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event / Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo / In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"O could I think that he had ever known / My hidden flame, shame and confusion / Would force my Virgin soul to leave her mansion, / And certain Death ensue."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"No! my disdainful Soul shall struggle out / And start at once from its dishonour'd Mansion."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)