Date: c. 1680
"The Vitall Spirits apprehend thereby / Exposde to danger great suburbs ly, / The which they do desert, and speedily / The Fort of Life the Heart, they Fortify, / The Heart beats up still by her Pulse to Call / Out of the outworks her train Souldiers all / Which quickly come hence."
preview | full record— Taylor, Edward (1642-1729)
Date: 1692
"His Eyes, which are the windows of his Soul, / With soft and languishing Desires are full."
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Date: 1692
"Suspence that torture of the Mind, / Long had our Thoughts in doubts dark Cave confin'd"
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Date: 1709, 1810
"Yet the silly wand'ring mind, / Loth to be too much confin'd, / Roves and takes her daily tours, / Coasting round the narrow shores, / Narrow shores of flesh and sense, / Picking shells and pebbles thence: / Or she sits at fancy's door, / Calling shapes and shadows to her, / Foreign visits still...
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1734
"What worlds of worth lay crowded in that breast! / Too strait the mansion for th'illustrious guest."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1734
"If I but close my eyes, strange images / In thousand forms and thousand colours rise, / Stars, rainbows, moons, green dragons, bears and ghosts, / An endless medley rush upon the stage, / And dance and riot wild in reason's court / Above control."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1735
"Hope may some boundless Future Bliss embrace, / But What, or When, or How, or Where, / Are Mazes all, which Fancy runs in vain"
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: 1735
"Nor can the narrow Cells of human Brain / The vast immeasurable Thought contain"
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: 1737
"Yet when my trembling Soul's dislodg'd, wou'd be / No Room of State within the Grave for me."
preview | full record— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)
Date: October, 1739
"Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell, / In all her colours drest / While prompt her sallies to control, / Reason, the judge, recalls the soul / To Truth's severest test."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)