Date: 1692

"The cause of this (said I) is that Cloud of Ignorance that blinds the Eye of our Mind, Reason, that it can't distinguish better."

— Gildon, Charles (1665-1724)

Date: 1693

"Not so, I beseech you, Madam, (answer'd I) rather than lose the Happiness of your Conversation, I'll curb my forward Heart, that is unwilling to let me talk of any thing but its wounds."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"In short, Madam, you must be less Fair, or not banish Love from the severe and wise, for as long as you have those killing Eyes, those charming Lips, that graceful Person, all that you can say, will be no better defence, against the Darts they cast, than an Harangue against War, wou'd keep a Sou...

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"A thousand Tortures perplex'd my Mind, and Love, tho' so lately born, was grown up already, to the heigth of impatience: To ease my mind a little, I set my self to writing, and made these Verses on my departure from Bracilla."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Each day he came to her to seek a cure for those Wounds she had made in his tender Bosome, and each day he enlarg'd 'em, by beholding the relentless cause of all his sufferings; which were now arriv'd to that heighth, that he was neither able to bear 'em, nor yet knew how to remove them."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"So much the unhappier I (reply'd Montano) who am depriv'd of all means of obtaining Bracilla, tho her Embraces alone can cure my tortur'd Soul."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"His Soul, like the Bodies of those that have the Rheumatism, seemed very weary; yet as their Limbs are still uneasie, though on the softest Beds, so was his Mind; and coveted sleep as much as their Limbs do rest, and could as little obtain it."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"The Spaniard the truer Courier, but the Englishman the truer Lover; therefore, as commonly Love is soonest raised in one Breast, by seeing it first in the other, so the Englishman has the advantage of the Spaniard, and my heart catched that Passion, as it were by Contagion from his."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"I grant this true: But, still, the deadly wound / Is in thy Soul: 'Tis there thou art not sound."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1704

"Erect your schemes with as much method and skill as you please; yet, if the materials be nothing but dirt, spun out of your own entrails (the guts of modern brains), the edifice will conclude at last in a cobweb; the duration of which, like that of other spiders’ webs, may be imputed to their be...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)