Date: 1685

The "Amorous fire inkindled in my brest" receives little nourishment "By giving me your hand and denying me the rest"

— Anonymous; Corneille (1606-1684)

Date: 1685

"I shall see his outward form 'tis true, / But that is nothing lest I see his interior too."

— Anonymous; Corneille (1606-1684)

Date: 1685

"Well never fear, thou shalt be so no more, I'll make thee hereafter, the Secretary of all my Thoughts, and Cabinet of all my Secrets."

— Anonymous; Corneille (1606-1684)

Date: 1686

"Charm her with tender and obliging words, and make her heart like Gold within a Furnace; Melt down before the Language of my Love."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"So much of joy crowds fast into my heart, / There is not room for utterance"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1687

A woman may sway the Empire of one's soul

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1687

"[B]ut thanks be prais'd the Generosity of our Cavaliers has open'd their obdurate Hearts with a Golden key, that let's 'em in at all opportunities"

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)