Date: 1692
"In what a miserable condition do we count those, in whom it hath pleased the great Contriver of the Eyes and Sight, to shut those two little Windows of the Soul?"
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Date: 1692
"A Discourse so little expected, at a time when Asteria might, with so much probability, have thought that she only was possess'd of Tazander's Heart, coming to undeceive her to her shame, her Mind became immediately the Stage of whatever could be most Afflictive and Cruel, in an emergency so sur...
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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: 1692
"For where Diligence opens the Door of the Understanding, and Impartiality keeps it, Truth is sure to find both an Entrance and a Welcome too."
preview | full record— South, Robert (1634-1716)
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)
Date: 1693
"And when a Soul of large Dimensions comes / T' inform the human flesh--compacted Rooms, / The gladsome Fabrick full of Beauty shows"
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"No, I will break this House of Clay, / Which clogs my fleeter Thoughts and Mind."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"Condemn'd in this dark Prison must I here, / Watch till the Trumpet strike mine Ear? / Must I ne'er know thy Goodness and thy Love, / Because I did transgress thy Will above? / Must Clouds and Vapours still obscure my Mind?"
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"Some Glances of a State that's past I find, / Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind, / As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create / A Flame, and represent my former State."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)