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Date: 1686
"So much of joy crowds fast into my heart, / There is not room for utterance"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1686
"Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?"
preview | full record— 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."
preview | full record— 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."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1687
A woman may sway the Empire of one's soul
preview | full record— 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"
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1690
"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1690
"Impossible! / Souls know no Conquerors."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1690
"Our Sex, you know, was after yours design'd; / The last Perfection of the Makers mind: / Heav'n drew out all the Gold for us, and left your Dross behind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700); [Plautus, Molière]
