Date: 1605

"This kind of degenerate learning did chiefly reign amongst the schoolmen, who having sharp and strong wits, and abundance of leisure, and small variety of reading, but their wits being shut up in the cells of a few authors (chiefly Aristotle their dictator) as their persons were shut up in the c...

— Bacon, Sir Francis, Lord Verulam (1561-1626)

Date: 1605, 1640

"Let us now pass on to the judicial place or palace of the mind, which we are to approach and view with more reverence and attention."

— Bacon, Sir Francis, Lord Verulam (1561-1626)

Date: 1661

"[T]hrough ev'ry Breast [Faith] goes, invades their Minds, which, all-possest / By her great Deitie, each Soul doth prove / Her Altar, burning by her Sacred Love"

— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)

Date: 1678

"Dares afraid his reasons house / (Though he had scarce so much as goose) / About his batter'd ears should tumble"

— Philips, John (1676-1709)

Date: 1678

"He lik't not banging sans defeizance. / While t'other labors all he can / To make a window to his brain."

— Philips, John (1676-1709)

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

"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

"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)

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."

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

Date: 1695

Active spirits fly "To the round Palace of th' Immortal Soul, / And thro' the Rooms and dark Apartments roll."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)