Date: 1696

"No thy ill Conscience flying in thy face, that never will let thee rest, thy rusty Soul hath infected thy Body with the Jaundice; thou sordid slave to Mammon without Wages!"

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

Date: 1696

"His Resentment and Grief was too great not to be perceiv'd; therefore he took his leave somewhat abruptly; and when he had shifted his Disguise (which he always did at the Fryar's) he hastens to his dear Confident Castro, immediately tells him his Misfortune, how Cordelia was prepossess'd, had g...

— Pix, Mary (c.1666-1720)

Date: 1696

"But there's no fault in her 1000 l. a year, and that's the Loadstone that attracts my heart--The Wise, and Grave, may tell us of strange Chimæra's call'd Virtues in a Woman, and that they alone are the best Dowry; but faith we younger Brothers are of another mind."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1697, 1700

"Nor think thy force too small, too weak thy Mind / Because to Clay unequally confined; / Its Power is wondrous Great; how small a Mass / Of Gold or Gems, exceeds vast Heaps of Brass?"

— Manilius, Marcus (fl. 1st Century AD), Creech, Thomas (1659-1700)

Date: 1697

"As fire this figure hardens, made of clay, / And this of wax with fire consumes away; / Such let the soul of cruel Daphnis be--"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700); Virgil (70 B.C. - 19 B.C.)

Date: 1697

"Thy Heart of Gold I do append, To this my Marble Breast,"

— Cleland, William (1661?-1689)

Date: 1697

"Say you so, my Heart of Steel. Then let not your Noble Courage be cast down"

— Settle, Elkanah (1648-1724)

Date: 1697

"The Soul is placed in the Body like a rough Diamond and must be polish'd, or the lustre of it will never appear."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1697

"What ever brought him here, or took him hence / It was no mean, or common influence, / Of Heavens best mettal, that inform'd his soul, / And made all vertue, but a blubr'd scrol / Of his great mind."

— Cleland, William (1661?-1689)

Date: 1697

"Our Senses to the Mind while lodg'd in Clay, / Do all their various Images convey. / Things that we tast, and feel, and see, afford / The Seeds of Thought with which our Minds are stor'd."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)