Date: 1691

"And strangely doth the Vast Abyss contain / Within the Vaster Ocean of his Brain."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Strange frightfull Spectres o're my Mind were spread."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Here wisely-flowing Eloquence disdains / To be confin'd, but in Poetick Chains: / Sweet are the Bonds, that tye the Soul to Sense / And scope allow for All things, but Offence!"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Thoughts are our Plagues; the Beasts, that none do know, / Are Free from trouble and resentment too."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"No pining Thoughts do sowre the Joys, they tast, / No preying Passion doth their Body wast; / While Ours by the Souls Motion's worn so thin; / 'Twill scarce keep Life, and Breath, Life's Tenant, in."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"The Sense deceivs us, and like Painted Glass / Tinges all Objects, that do thrô it pass."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Learning lies deep, and short is Reason's Line, / And weakly do we guess at things Divine!"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

The Soul's a Particle of Heavenly fire, / And boldly doth to every thing aspire: / But yet how low Her lofty Flights do fall; / When She attempts the Wonders of this Ball!"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Our Knowledge by the Sence's help we find, / 'Tis those deceitfull Guides inform our Mind."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"If then the Medium's false [i.e., the senses], thrô which Arts go, / How can we hope the genuine Truth to know? / The Water pure and clear i'th' Fountain flows; / But with ill Mixtures doth its Nature lose; / And tasts of every Soil, thrô which it goes."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)