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: 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: 1703
"Weary'd at last, curst Hymen's Aid I chose; / But find the fetter'd Soul has no Repose."
preview | full record— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)