Date: 1693
"But this small Out-let to my Passion gave it but little ease, a thousand distracting Thoughts turn'd my Mind to e'ry side, not permitting it to fix on any thing, yet all tended to the Contrivance of the satisfaction of my too impatient desires."
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1693
"On the contrary, it is not unjust not to pitty him that loves you to all the extravagance of raving; and with these words, he got into an entire possession of the strugling Nymph, who with a Heart all panting with excess of Pleasure, now calmly permitted whatsoe're the Count would do."
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1693
"New-minted Mischeifs rumble in his brain, / Each false Stamp'd Coin is melted down again, / 'Till refin'd Fancy fix'd on Woman."
preview | full record— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)
Date: 1696
"For if we look through Reason's never erring Perspective, we then Survey their Souls, and view the Rubbish we were Chaffring for: And such I find, Hillaria's mind is made of."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1696
"How near are men to Brutes, when their unruly Passions break the Bounds of Reason?"
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1696
"Look you, Sir, my Reason weighs this Injury, which is so light, it will not raise my Anger in the other Scale."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1696
"Can Fancy be a surer Guide to Happiness than Reason?"
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1699
"My Friendship even yet does balance Passion; but throw in the least grain more of an affront, and by Heaven you turn the Scale."
preview | full record— Farquhar, George (1676/7-1707)
Date: 1702
When Reason's "Pow'r is Despicable grown, / And Rebel Appetites Usurp my Throne, / The Soul no longer quiet Thoughts enjoys; / But all is Tumult, and Eternal Noise."
preview | full record— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)
Date: 1703
"Distorted Nature shakes at the Controul, / With strong Convulsions rends my strugling Soul; / Each vital String cracks with th' unequal Strife, / Departing Love racks like departing Life; / Yet there the Sorrow ceases with the Breath, / But Love each day renews th' torturing scene of Death."
preview | full record— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)