Date: 1675
"But though my Person, nor my Wealth, should find / A room unfurnish'd in your well-built mind: / I'll rather be for plain defects despis'd, / Than for low cheats and false Perfections, priz'd"
preview | full record— Fane, Sir Francis (d. 1691)
Date: 1678
"And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room, / Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1684
"In proper Cells her large capacious Brain / The images of all things does contain, / As bright almost as were th'Ideas laid, / In the last model e'er the World was made."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
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: 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: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691
"She had proceeded thus far in a maze of Thought, when she started to find her self so lost to her Reason, and would have trod back again that path of deluding Fancy."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: December 13, 1700; 1701
"I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1703
"But Beauty, bewitching Beauty, has Power at any time to unlock the Closet of my Breast; your Charms are irresistibly engaging"
preview | full record— Centlivre, Susanna (c.1670-1723); Moliére (1622-1673)
Date: 1682, 1683, 1709
A woman's heart is a "black Mansion" in which nothing resides "But Spite, Contention, Luxury, and Pride"
preview | full record— Gould, Robert (b. 1660?, d. in or before 1709)
Date: 1717
"I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)