Date: 1661
"Then is the Soul fit to be wrought upon, / And to receive Heav'ns seal's impression."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)
Date: 1661
"The Microcosm, little world, or Man, / Containeth all the outward great world can."
preview | full record— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)
Date: 1670
Weakness of mind may be water-like or wax-like
preview | full record— Greville, Fulke, first Baron Brooke of Beauchamps Court (1554-1628)
Date: 1702
"When Friends converse together Face to Face; / Then freely they Unbosom their Requests, / And treasure Secrets in each others Breasts, / As in firm Cabinets, close lock'd, where none / Can find the Key, but only each his own."
preview | full record— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)
Date: 1702
The "Memory of some doth rot"
preview | full record— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)
Date: w. 1682, 1702
Friendship springs "From some interiour, hidden, innate Cause, / In Noble Breasts, uncircumscrib'd by Laws"
preview | full record— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)
Date: w. 1684, 1702
"These rugged Walls, less grievous are to me, / Than those bedeck'd with curious Arras be / T'a guilty Conscience; to a wounded Heart, / A Palace cannot palliate that smart: / Tho' drunk with Pleasure, dull with Opiates, / Some seem as Senseless of their sad Estates, / Till on their Dying-Beds Co...
preview | full record— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)
Date: 1712, 1796
"What home-bred mischief on himself could fall, / Which could a worthy mind more deeply gall?"
preview | full record— Ellwood, Thomas (1639-1713)
Date: 1723
"The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see / In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury; / Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy, / And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye; / How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake, / While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1723
"Tho' now, 'tis true, the strong Temptation's Force / Suspends Religion, and diverts its Course; / Yet still the Pow'r that chiefly rules your Soul, / And will I trust your future Life controul, / Is heav'nly Virtue, which, tho' now opprest / It sleeps a while unactive in your Breast, / Will, rou...
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)