Date: 1692
"The tender age was pliant to command; / Like wax it yielded to the forming hand: / True to the artificer, the laboured mind / With ease was pious, generous, just, and kind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1692
"Suspence that torture of the Mind, / Long had our Thoughts in doubts dark Cave confin'd"
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Date: 1692
"The thinking States-man, when the News he hears, / How e're his Thought may be employ'd, In projects for his Countries good, / Now lays aside the weight of publick cares, / And with a Mind unbent, prepares / To share the common Joy, since now / In Mirth to Revel, Stoicks would allow, / The Plodd...
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Date: 1693
Thoughts may "transcend all the Bounds of Air, / And like a blazing Comet ... inflame my Sphere."
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"[I]'th' ductile Wax he'd stampt his mind / The Name his Mother gave, surpriz'd we find."
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: June 28, 1693
"Beauties shine thro' the Work, adorn the whole, / Chain up the Sense, and captivate the Soul."
preview | full record— Tate, Nahum (c. 1652-1715)
Date: 1693
"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"But why must those be thought to scape, that feel / Those Rods of Scorpions, and those Whips of Steel / Which Conscience shakes, when she with Rage controuls, / And spreads Amazing Terrors through their Souls?"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1693
"But let us for the Gods a Gift prepare, / Which the Great Man's Great Chargers cannot bear / Soul, where Laws both Humane and Divine, / In Practice more than Speculation shine: / A genuine Virtue, of a vigorous kind, / Pure in the last recesses of the Mind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1693
"Yet, thy moist Clay is pliant to Command; / Unwrought, and easie to the Potter's hand: / Now take the Mold; now bend thy Mind to feel / The first sharp Motions of the Forming Wheel."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)