Date: 1667

"From Sons has made you Lords of th' Earth, / And on yours stampt the Portrait of His minde."

— Woodford, Samuel (1636-1700)

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: 1712, 1796

"What home-bred mischief on himself could fall, / Which could a worthy mind more deeply gall?"

— Ellwood, Thomas (1639-1713)

Date: 1721

"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1721

"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1758

"My mourning heart is melted in my frame / As wax dissolving runs before a flame"

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1765

"And my heart, within me burning, / Is become like melting wax."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)