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
"Or grant some Knowledge dwells below, / 'Tis but for some few years to stay / Till I'm set loose from this dark House of Clay, / And in an Instant I shall all things know."
preview | full record— Norris, John (1657-1712)
Date: 1692
"This my lost Treasure to restore; / Thy magic vertues all apply, / Set up again my Bank-rupt memory. / Search every Cell and corner of my brain, / And bring my Fugitive again."
preview | full record— Norris, John (1657-1712)
Date: 1692
"Take bright Urania to thy Amorous breast, / To her thy flaming heart resign; / Void not the room, but change the guest, / And let thy sensual love commence Divine"
preview | full record— Norris, John (1657-1712)
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: 1692
"A Nobler, a Diviner Guest, / Has took possession of my Breast; / He has, and must engross it all, / And yet the room is still too small."
preview | full record— Norris, John (1657-1712)
Date: 1692
"How long great God, how must I / Immur'd in this dark Prison lye! / Where at the Grates and Avenues of sense / My Soul must watch to have intelligence."
preview | full record— Norris, John (1657-1712)