Date: 1685
"Furnish the Table of my Heart, / Then come and be my Guest."
preview | full record— Mason, John (1646?-1694)
Date: 1686
"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."
preview | full record— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)
Date: 1686
"In the Recesses of a private Breast, / I thought to entertain your charming Guest, / And never to have boasted of my Feast."
preview | full record— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)
Date: 1687
"What Humane Passion does with Tears implore, / The Intellect Enjoys, when 'tis in Love / With the Eternal Soul, which here does move / In Mortal Closet, where 'tis kept in Store"
preview | full record— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)
Date: 1689
"For such a Gift, as t'have that Gemam possest, / Not of your Cabinet, but of your Breast."
preview | full record— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)
Date: 1691
"If Old and New i'th Brain together crowd, / How is it Room and Peace is them allow'd? /How do they and their Equipages come? /For if Material, they must take up room. / And tract of Time would hoard up such a Crop, / The crowded Atoms would the Channels stop, / And choke the Passages of Vision up."
preview | full record— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)
Date: 1691
"If thro the Eye the Vigorous Object darts / Into the Brain these small Aerial Parts; / How are they entertain'd, when Crowds do come? / How do the little narrow Cells make room? / Do all, that to an Object do belong, / Into one Place unmixt with others throng?"
preview | full record— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)
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: 1693
"Thy Soul retir'd to her inmost Room, / Dreading the Pressure of the Stroke to come"
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
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."
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)