Date: 1691
"Oh the Oceans of Delight that now flow'd within me!"
preview | full record— Dunton, John (1659–1732)
Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691
"Her Eyes diffus'd Rays comfortable as warmth, and piercing as the light; they would have worked a passage through the straightest Pores, and with a delicious heat, have play'd about the most obdurate frozen Heart, untill 'twere melted down to Love."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: 1695
"His high Design was with his Heav'nly Light, / To chase away th' Impenetrable Night, / That cover'd this lost World, and re-inspire / Man's frozen Breast with fresh Celestial Fire"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1696
"I doubt, Old Gentleman, you have such a Torrent of Philosophy running throngh your Pericranium, that it has washt your Brains away."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1696
"He that strives not to Stem his Angers Tide, / Does a Mad Horse without a Bridle ride."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1697
"The Brain in Sleep is moist, something like that of Infants or Children: And you wou'd put a Child to a hard Task, to tell you at Night, all that had pass'd that Day in his Play or his Talk, and much more in his Thoughts."
preview | full record— Burnet, Thomas (c.1635-1715)
Date: 1697
The soul may be a "Modification or Power of the Body" so that it eventually ceases to act, "either perishing, as a Flame when the Fewel is spent; or returning to its Fountain, whatsoever it was"
preview | full record— Burnet, Thomas (c.1635-1715)
Date: 1697
"Th'impetuous Stress of Passion bears me down, / And the high tyde dos sinking Reason drown."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1697
"Let Love's strong Flame by its Celestial Art / To fill my Eyes, dissolve and melt my Heart; / As Central Fire advances watry Steams / Which from the Mountains spring in Crystal Streams."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1697
"Lord, strike this Marble Heart, thy powerful Stroke / Will make a Flood gush from the cleaving Rock. / O draw all Nature's Sluces up, and drain / Her Magazines, which liquid Stores contain."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)