Date: 1653

"Thoughts are for Shadowes plac'd, / By which the lighter Fancies are more graced. / As through a dark, and watry Cloud, more bright, / The Sun breakes forth with his Resplendent Light. / Or like to Night's black Mantle, where each Star / Doth clearer seem, so lighter Fancies are."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"So much the rather thou, celestial Light, / Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers / Irradiate; there plant eyes, all mist from thence / Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell / Of things invisible to mortal sight."

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1667; 2nd ed. in 1674

"Thus fenced, and, as they thought, their shame in part / Covered, but not at rest or ease of mind, / They sat them down to weep; nor only tears / Rained at their eyes, but high winds worse within / Began to rise, high passions, anger, hate, / Mistrust, suspicion, discord; and shook sore / Their ...

— Milton, John (1608-1674)

Date: 1679, 1707

"But during all this Storm, we still do find / An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind, / Not beaten now, tho then expos'd to th'Wind."

— Anonymous

Date: 1684

"Bad Fogs produce in clearer Reason's sky"

— Harington, John (1627-1700)

Date: 1685

"The seas are quiet, when the winds give o'er, / So calm are we, when passions are no more"

— Waller, Edmund (1606-1687)

Date: 1686

"He finds no Tempest in his Mind, / Fears no Billow, feels no Wind: / All is serene, and quiet there."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686, 1712

"Thus Vice and Virtue do my Soul divide, / Like a Ship tost between the Wind and Tide."

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

Date: 1687

"Ah Cynthia! That the blasts of Sighs I vent, / Could ease my Breast of cloudy Discontent, / Which still with fresh Assaults renews my Pain."

— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)

Date: 1687

"At this enrag'd, the injur'd Deity / Chose out the best of his Artillery, / And in a blooming Virgin's Dove-like Eyes / He planted his Victorious Batteries; / (Phillis her Name, the best of Woman-kind, / Could Love have gain'd the Empire of her Mind) / These shot so furiously against my Heart, /...

— Cutts, John, Baron Cutts of Gowran (1660/1-1707)