Date: 1678
"But Fancy, I think, in Poetry, is like Faith in Religion; it makes far discoveries, and soars above reason, but never clashes, or runs against it. Fancy leaps, and frisks, and away she's gone; whilst reason rattles the chains, and follows after."
preview | full record— Rymer, Thomas (1641-1713)
Date: 1679
"'Tis he [Satan] that keeps the Soul in Iron Chains, / And robs her of all Sense; lest those great pains / She otherwise might feel, should make her cry / To be deliver'd from his slavery."
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1680
"Art thou with pow'r come down to make us leave / Those conquer'd Souls, which by our wiles we have / Fetter'd, with a design to make them be / Companions with us in our misery"?
preview | full record— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)
Date: 1681
"This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."
preview | full record— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)
Date: 1681
"None can chain a mind / Whom this sweet chordage cannot bind."
preview | full record— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)
Date: 1681
"A soul hung up as 'twere, in Chains / Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins."
preview | full record— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)
Date: 1681
"O who shall me deliver whole, / From bonds of this Tyrannic Soul?"
preview | full record— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)
Date: 1682
"Disdaining those Bonds that the Predicants wear, / My Soul is a Monarch as free as the Air."
preview | full record— Coppinger, Matthew (fl. 1682)
Date: 1682
"Each step you take, hales me a step more near / To the cold Grave: (nor is't an idle Fear) / For know, my Soul to you is chained fast, / And if you make such cruel, fatal hast, / Must quit it's Seat, and be so far unkind, / To leave my fainting, breathless Trunk behind."
preview | full record— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)
Date: 1682
"If it so happen, that a Man be ty'd up to Business, which he can neither loosen, nor break off; let him imagine those Shackles upon his Mind to be Irons upon his Legs: They are Troublesome at first, but when there's no Remedy but Patience, Custom makes them easie to us, and Necessity gives us Co...
preview | full record— L'Estrange, Sir Roger (1616-1704)