Date: 1680
"Madam, your Person is Natures Essence Bottle, and your mind the Mirror of Virtue and Discretion"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1680
"O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties."
preview | full record— Lee, Nathaniel (1653-1692)
Date: 1681
"My Lady Millicent did me the honour to inform of some expressions of yours in favour of me; each syllable of which is engraven in my heart"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1681
"[S]he bore swiftly round us, and we went after large Top-sails a trip, though one of our hearts of Gold making a shot at her, rak'd her fore and aft."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1681
"Come, be genuine with me--here's a Protector's half Crown for thee--two shillings five pence sterling--and let it be a Key to unlock thy heart"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1681
"[A] Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts"
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1681
"Well then, thou shalt go see of what burthen my Lover is, and if he has stoage-room left for a heart, contract for mine; but tell him, what foul weather soever happens he shall preserve mine, though he throw all the rest over-board."
preview | full record— Ravenscroft, Edward (c.1650- c.1700)
Date: 1681
"[H]ere's the wit of a Tarpawlin now; one ruffling Storm frights away all their brains, to make room for the fumes that make them Valiant"
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Date: 1681
"Thus when Adonis got the stone, / To Love the Boy still made his moan; / Venus the Queen of Fancy came, / And as he slept she cool'd his flame."
preview | full record— Lee, Nathaniel (1653-1692)
Date: 1682
"Judge then what my Heart Feels, who, like a fire but lightly cover'd o're with the cold Ashes of Despair, with the least blast, breaks out into a flame."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)