Date: 1680

"So week and feeble I am grown, / Wasted to nothing, ev'ry bone / Disjoynted, from its place doth start, / Like Wax dissolv'd so is my Heart."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

Date: 1685

Eternal troubles may haunt an anxious mind

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1685

"Sure he, who first the passage tried, / In hardened oak his heart did hide, / And ribs of iron armed his side;"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700); Horace (65 B.C. - 8 B.C.)

Date: 1685

"These bugbears of the mind, this inward hell, / No rays of outward sunshine can dispel; / But nature and right reason must display / Their beams abroad, and bring the darksome soul to day."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1687

"Such Beings Philosophick heads relate / Of heavenly stamp"

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

Date: 1693

"[I]'th' ductile Wax he'd stampt his mind / The Name his Mother gave, surpriz'd we find."

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1695

"I their rude, inbred Cruelty refin'd, / And stampt my perfect Image on their Mind."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1697

""All Ætna's Caves strove in his lab'ring Soul, / And Stygian Tempests in his veins did rowl""

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1697

"Its Springs divinely touch'd, his lab'ring Brain / Did this Celestial Vision entertain."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1697

"A lawless Rout of Passions still engage / In Nature's Cause with hideous Noise and Rage. / Reason is in the Tumult quite supprest, / And still the safest side we think the best."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)