Date: 1664

"Their Hearts are as hard, as Iron too, / As tough, but not so cold."

— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

Date: 1667

"His Spir't burns up our dross, & makes our graces / Sparkle like furnace gold"

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1667

"So are those minds that Gold admire do, / Barren, and haunted by the Devil too."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1667

"God hath large showres of vengeance to pour down / Upon our guilty souls, unless we rent / Our rocky hearts, and speedily repent."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1667

"Mans body is a box till death it split / The Soul, that precious Gem is kept in it."

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1667

" But under God this Jewel [the Conscience], O esteem / For its great worth, as rarest next to Christ"

— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)

Date: 1667

"Nor could they trouble us, but that our mind / Hath its own glory unto dross confin'd."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"So Age and Death by slow approches come, / And by that just inevitable doom / By which the Soul (her cloggy dross once gone) / Puts on Perfection, and resumes her own."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Thus they, in lowliest plight, repentant stood / Praying; for from the mercy-seat above / Prevenient grace descending had removed / The stony from their hearts, and made new flesh / Regenerate grow instead."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Him there they found / Squat like a toad, close at the ear of Eve, / Assaying by his devilish art to reach / The organs of her fancy, and with them forge / Illusions, as he list, phantasms and dreams."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)