Date: 1700, 1702
"Ten thousand dismal Fancies crowd my Thoughts."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"A Beam of Hope, / Strikes thro' my Soul, like the first Infant Light, / That glanc'd upon the Chaos."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"I wage not War with fair ones; / But wish you would efface those ugly Thoughts, / That live in your Remembrance to perplex you; / Let Joy, the native of your Soul return, / And Love's gay God sit smiling in your Eyes, / As e'rst he did."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"And all fires those that lighted up my Soul / Glory and bright Ambition languish now, / And leave me dark and gloomy as the Grave."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1700, 1702
"Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1702
"O Woman, Woman, of Artifice created! whose Nature, even distracted, has a Cunning: In vain let Man his Sense, his Learning boast, when Womans Madness over-rules his Reason."
preview | full record— Farquhar, George (1676/7-1707)
Date: 1703
"Gold is a sure Bait to gain him, no other Loadstone can attrack his iron heart, 'tis proof against the force of Beauty, else I should not need this Stratagem, for Nature has not prov'd a Nigard to my Daughter."
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)
Date: 1703
"Fast! Then for a Window.-- / This shou'd be one. Down treacherous Bars, / Whose Iron frames scarce Match your Masters Soul / For hardness, since you yield to my weak Hands"
preview | full record— Manning, Francis (c. 1673-1755)
Date: 1703
"Ah! Heart of Oak, true as Steel I warrant thee; what, you must needs know Mr. Queenlove."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1703
"But Beauty, bewitching Beauty, has Power at any time to unlock the Closet of my Breast; your Charms are irresistibly engaging"
preview | full record— Centlivre, Susanna (c.1670-1723); Moliére (1622-1673)