Date: 1691

"Thirdly, Let us hence duly learn to prize and value our Souls; is the Body such a rare Piece, what this is the Soul? the Body is but the Husk or Shell, the Soul is the Kernel; the Body is but the Cask, the Soul the precious Liquor contained in it; the Body is but the Cabinet; the Soul the Jewel;...

— Ray [formerly Wray], John (1627–1705)

Date: 1691

"Be deaf to Flattery; it deludes the Mind, / And oft, when all Arts fail, doth entrance find. / But then's most Danger, we should to 't resign. / When't meets with that Arch-Flatterer within."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"If Old and New i'th Brain together crowd, / How is it Room and Peace is them allow'd? /How do they and their Equipages come? /For if Material, they must take up room. / And tract of Time would hoard up such a Crop, / The crowded Atoms would the Channels stop, / And choke the Passages of Vision up."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Strange frightfull Spectres o're my Mind were spread."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Oh never doubt me, I'll not break my Word,--and now sweet Angel, my Joys crowd thick about my Heart, and long for vent, the approaching happiness looks so like Heaven that I methinks am extasied already"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1691

"And all the noble Notions in my Soul, / Which crowded with a fondness to prefer thee, / I here dismiss, and in their Room admit / As base thoughts of thee, as thy intended Practice!"

— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)

Date: 1691

"Blast not my Entertainment with that thought Madam, my senses are all charmed with such perfection, they'r Crowding which shall be first Gratified."

— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)

Date: 1691

"No pining Thoughts do sowre the Joys, they tast, / No preying Passion doth their Body wast; / While Ours by the Souls Motion's worn so thin; / 'Twill scarce keep Life, and Breath, Life's Tenant, in."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"However chast his Body may be, his Mind is extreamly prolifick; his thoughts are a perfect Seraglio, and he, like a great Turk, begets thousands of little Infants--Remarks, Fancys, Fantasticks, Crochets and Whirligigs, on his wandring Intellect, and when once begot, they must be bred--so out he ...

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"I must therefore tell 'em what Love is, before they can be competent Deciders in this business, or know whether I am more blameable or praise-worthy in admitting it a Guest into my tender Heart."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)