Date: 1691

"Whether these Parts, so subtle and refin'd, / That carry the Ideas to the Mind, / Barely by contact do their Acts maintain; / Or do materially invade the Brain, / A pressing doubt doth yet unsolv'd remain."

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

Date: 1692

"And all was conquer'd but the Patriot's Mind."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Your Tongue pursued the Victory of your Eyes, and you did not give me time to rally my poor Disordered Senses, so as to make a tolerable Retreat."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"The Ladies Hearts, particularly the Incognita and Leonora's, beat time to the Horses Hoofs, and hope and fear made a mock Fight within their tender Breasts, each wishing and doubting success where she lik'd."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1692

"I have, 'tis true, but to no purpose, retir'd to Oxford, to see if Books, and learned men would bring me any Relief, but I find Philosophy is of no power to root out a Passion that is once admitted, whatever it may to defend us from an Invasion."

— Gildon, Charles (1665-1724)

Date: 1692

"With them all sober Reason's Stuff; /But they are now grown Satyr-proof, / And all their Mind's impregnable like warlike Buff."

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1693

"Why is Love then (said the Count) so irreconcilable an Enemy to Reason, that it can never cohabit with it?"

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Though you may imagine she had no mean ones of her own, since (being but a private Gentlewoman) she could by their help alone make so sudden a Conquest over the Heart of a Prince, who had certainly (in so many Courts as he had been in) seen very agreeable Faces, set off with the additional Splen...

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"O Love, thou most dangerous Distemper of the Soul! most dangerous because we do not perceive Thee, till Thou art too far gone to be cured: Thou subtle Enemy! who takest the strongest Hearts, because Thou always usest Surprise; and undermining our Reason, never appearest in the light, till Thou a...

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]