Date: 1653
"My heart the fire, whose flames are ever pure, / Laid on Loves Altar last, till life endure."
preview | full record— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)
Date: 1660
"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)
Date: 1661
"What difference is there 'twixt a man and beast, / (None sure at all, or little to be guest) / If't wan't for Reason, and an immortal spark, / Which hides it self within his hollow Ark?"
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)
Date: 1679
"The Soul's God's Candle, a light of acceptation"
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1691
The Soul's a Particle of Heavenly fire, / And boldly doth to every thing aspire: / But yet how low Her lofty Flights do fall; / When She attempts the Wonders of this Ball!"
preview | full record— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)
Date: 1691
"What Energy doth thrô his Vitals move; / What Magick Charm doth stirr him up to Love? / When Thoughts on winged Particles advance, / When piercing Looks the Lover's mutually entrance, / And their Souls on the fiery Atoms dance?"
preview | full record— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)
Date: 1692
"Nature when first she form'd our Minds took care, / To place the softest, tenderest Passions there. / Hence 'tis, our Thoughts like Tinder, apt to fire, / Are often caught with loving kind Desire."
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Date: 1693
Thoughts may "transcend all the Bounds of Air, / And like a blazing Comet ... inflame my Sphere."
preview | full record— 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."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"Musick alone inflames my drooping Mind; / Nay, she would mount her Wings, and fly away, / Not be confin'd to this dull Lump of Clay, / Did not the Charms of Musick most divine / Unite, and things so wide, so close combine."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)