Date: 1660
"A silent night inhabits my sad breast, / And now no chearful thought will be my guest."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)
Date: 1664
"Or if that Lady, in whose Breast, / My fled Heart, is lodg'd a Guest, / Will Exchange (but Oh! I fear / Her's, is stray'd, some other where) / I may Live"
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)
Date: 1667
"Now I'm again possest / Of that late fugitive, my Breast"
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"Conscience is Christs Vicar in mans heart, / It keeps Court there, and acts the Judges part"
preview | full record— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)
Date: 1667
Conscience "is our Patron, our Apologist; / It is impartial, active, and sincere, / Gods Register in us; his Harbinger / For to prepare his way; this is beside / Mans faithful Surety, Treasurer and Guide."
preview | full record— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)
Date: 1667
"It is our narrow thoughts shorten these things, / By their companion Flesh inclin'd; / Which feeling its own weakness gladly brings / The same opinion to the Mind."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674
"But know that in the soul / Are many lesser faculties, that serve / Reason as chief; among these Fancy next / Her office holds; of all external things / Which the five watchful senses represent, / She forms imaginations, aery shapes, / Which Reason, joining or disjoining, frames / All what...
preview | full record— Milton, John (1608-1674)
Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674
"Oft in her absence mimick Fancy wakes / To imitate her; but, misjoining shapes, / Wild work produces oft, and most in dreams; / Ill matching words and deeds long past or late."
preview | full record— Milton, John (1608-1674)
Date: 1677
"Come, thou heart-reviving Gleam, / Thou, of Comforters the best, / Thou, the Souls delightful Guest, / A refreshing sweet relief."
preview | full record— Speed, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. 1679?)
Date: 1679
"How can'st thou, cruel Soul, thus let me stand, / Barr'd out of Doors, whilst others do command / The choicest Room within thy yielding Breast, / Lodgings too good for such destructive Guests."
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)