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: 1693

"Knock on my Heart; for thou hast skill to find / If it sound solid, or be fill'd with Wind; / And, thro the veil of words, thou view'st the naked Mind."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1694, 1704

"Crescit indulgens sibi dirus hydrops, every lust is a kind of hydropick distemper, and the more we drink the more we shall thirst."

— Tillotson, John (1630–1694)

Date: 1694

"An obliging Design, which wou'd procure them inward Beauty, to whom Nature has unkindly denied the outward; and not permit those Ladies who have comely Bodies, to tarnish their Glory with deformed Souls."

— Astell, Mary (1666-1731)

Date: 1696

"Then let Cupid 's dart, / Now wound your soft heart."

— Anonymous; George Powell (1658-1714), Publisher

Date: 1696

"A Scene of greatness strait appear'd to Melora; and she with the Eye of Fancy, beheld her self seated in a Palace, attended by persons, born above her."

— Pix, Mary (c.1666-1720)

Date: 1696

"I will, in every particular, obey you, (answers that Dejected Man) but e'er I go, I wou'd, on my Knees, implore what will, in you, be an Act of Mercy, almost above a Mortal; and bring to my despairing Soul, the only Balsam, that can heal it's rancorous Wounds, and deter my Desperate Hand, from C...

— Pix, Mary (c.1666-1720)