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: 1693

"And when a Soul of large Dimensions comes / T' inform the human flesh--compacted Rooms, / The gladsome Fabrick full of Beauty shows"

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"No, I will break this House of Clay, / Which clogs my fleeter Thoughts and Mind."

— 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?"

— 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."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1694

The soul cannot perish "but must, when it is expelled its Earthly Tabernacle, return to God"

— Aristotle [pseud.]

Date: 1694

"The Soul is made of immortal Essence, incapable of Death," and will live "in a Mansion prepared by the Almighty for its Reception" after it is separated from the body

— Aristotle [pseud.]

Date: 1694

A wife is another self, "one in whose Breast, as in a sage Cabinet, is reposed his inmost Secrets"

— Aristotle [pseud.]

Date: 1694, 1778

"But he said, that Vulcan was the most imprudent of them all, because he did not make a Window in the Man's Breast, that he might see what his Thoughts were, whether he designed some Trick, or whether he intended what he spoke."

— Pomey, François (1618-1673)

Date: 1694

"What your own sentiments are, I know not, but I cannot without pity and resentment reflect, that those Glorious Temples on which your kind Creator has bestow'd such exquisite workmanship, shou'd enshrine no better than Egyptian Deities; be like a garnish'd Sepulchre, which for all it's glitterin...

— Astell, Mary (1666-1731)