Date: 1685

Tho' a World of dull Bullion your essence do's hold, / Scarce an Atom of Soul was cast into the Mould, / Room enough, and to spare lavish Nature allows, / But provides not a Tenant to suit with the House

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1693

"Receive thy sight! / 'Tis said, 'tis done, a thick and churlish skin / Which stop'd the windows of his Soul within, / Flew off."

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1700

"He knows those Strings to touch with artful Hand / Which rule Mankind, and all the World command: / What moves the Soul, and every secret Cell / Where Pity, Love, and all the Passions dwell."

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1708

"But round their Sockets did he rowl / The little Windows of his Soul"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"The Saints began with all their art, / To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court, / In such Addresses as might best / Open the Windows of their Breast, / That Sacred Majesty might see / Their Ancient Love and Loyalty"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1712, 1719

"Whilst with the same resistless Art / She storms his Windows, and his Heart"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1715

"No crafty Machiavelian Arts possest / The pious Closets of his Royal Breast"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1715

"Or can they ought that's mean, when God has set / A Jewel in their earthly Cabinet?"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1722

"Furnish'd with nothing but a faithless Breast, / Where only filthy Lusts and Passions dwell, Like Dirt and Cobwebs in a Hermet's Cell."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)