Date: 1592
"Thine eye the glasse where I behold my hart, / mine eye the window, through the which thine eye / may see my hart, and there thy selfe espye / in bloudie colours how thou painted art."
preview | full record— Constable, Henry (1562-1613)
Date: 1601-3
"With so great care doth she, that hath brought forth / That comely body, labour to adorne / That better part, the mansion of your minde, / With all the richest furniture of worth; / To make y'as highly good as highly borne, / And set your vertues equall to your kinde."
preview | full record— Daniel, Samuel (1562/3-1619)
Date: 1610
"Man is a lump, where all beasts kneaded be, / Wisdom makes him an ark where all agree; / The fool, in whom these beasts do live at jar, / Is sport to others and a theatre, / Nor 'scapes he so, but is himself their prey; / All which was man in him is eat away, / And now his beasts on one another ...
preview | full record— Donne, John (1572-1631)
Date: 1624, 1628
"Heu dolor! caveae membra fuere meae. / Pes compes, manicaeque manus, nervique catenae, / Ossaque cancellis nativa repagula claustri, / Damner ut hospitii compede vincta mei?" ["Alas, what misery! that the light poured me forth on these unhappy airs! My very limbs are a prison to me. Feet fetters...
preview | full record— Hugo, Herman (1588-1629)
Date: 1633
"within my heart I made / Closets; and in them many a chest; / And like a master in my trade, / In those chests, boxes; in each box, a till: / Yet grief knows all, and enters when he will."
preview | full record— Herbert, George (1593-1633)
Date: 1649
"Or were these gems sent to adorn his skin, / The cabinet of a richer soul within?"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1649
"Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, / That from the nunnery / Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind / To war and arms I fly."
preview | full record— Lovelace, Richard (1617-1657)
Date: 1653
"Deare Brother, thy Idea in my mind doth lye, / And is intomb'd in my sad memory."
preview | full record— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)
Date: 1653
"And some place may in th' head be hung with black, / Which makes us dull, yet know not what we lack."
preview | full record— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)