Date: 1683

"I have Imbezell'd all the Furniture of my Soul and body in vice, though Heaven gave me an excellent House-keeper to look to it all, a careful wakeful Creature, call'd a Conscience, which never slept, never let me sleep in ill, but I abus'd her, sought to turn her out of doors, nay, Murder her, b...

— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)

Date: 1683

"Then for to please the Ears (those Doors o'th' Mind) / Where could we rarer choice of treatments find?"

— Shipman, Thomas (1632-1680)

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."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1685

"For, as we see in Princes Pallaces, / How all the avenues, and passages / Are strictly guarded, to oppose the rude / Tumultuous entries of the Multitude: / Whilst civil persons, who have business, / Pass through the Guards, and dayly make address / To th'Princes ear: so all the Guards o'th' brai...

— Clark, William (fl. 1663-1685)

Date: 1685

"Nor can thy soul a fairer mansion find, / Than was the beauteous frame she left behind"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1685

"The soul's dark cottage, battered and decayed, / Lets in new light by chinks that time hath made: / Stronger by weakness, wiser, men become, / As they draw near to their eternal home"

— Waller, Edmund (1606-1687)

Date: 1685

"Sure there's a lethargy in mighty woe, / Tears stand congealed, and cannot flow; / And the sad soul retires into her inmost room"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1685

"Thy prefence-Chamber is the Room / VVhere Soules and Joyes do meet"

— Mason, John (1646?-1694)

Date: 1685

Tho' a World of dull Bullion your essence do's hold, / Scarce an Atom of Soul was cast into the Mould, / Room enough, and to spare lavish Nature allows, / But provides not a Tenant to suit with the House

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1685

"That I have sinn'd, yet sure to none of you / I ever gave offence: my sins at least, / Were acted in the closet of my breast"

— Clark, William (fl. 1663-1685)