Date: 1693

"Those Senses lost, behold a new defeat; / The Soul, dislodging from another seat."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]

Date: 1693

"So Fancy paints, so does the Poet write, / When he wou'd work a Tempest to the height."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]

Date: 1693

"But why must those be thought to scape, that feel / Those Rods of Scorpions, and those Whips of Steel / Which Conscience shakes, when she with Rage controuls, / And spreads Amazing Terrors through their Souls?"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]

Date: 1693

"When once the hard-mouth'd Horse has got the Rein, / He's past thy Pow'r to stop; Young Phaeton, / By the Wild Coursers of his Fancy drawn, / From East to North, irregularly hurl'd, / First set on Fire himself, and then the World."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]

Date: 1693

"Why have I Learn'd, say'st thou, if thus confin'd, / I choak the Noble Vigour of my Mind? / Know, my wild Fig-Tree, which in Rocks is bred, / Will split the Quarry, and shoot out the Head, / Fine Fruits of Learning!"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1693

"But let us for the Gods a Gift prepare, / Which the Great Man's Great Chargers cannot bear / Soul, where Laws both Humane and Divine, / In Practice more than Speculation shine: / A genuine Virtue, of a vigorous kind, / Pure in the last recesses of the Mind."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1693

"Yet, thy moist Clay is pliant to Command; / Unwrought, and easie to the Potter's hand: / Now take the Mold; now bend thy Mind to feel / The first sharp Motions of the Forming Wheel."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1693

"Thy Chaps are fallen, and thy Frame dis-joyn'd: / Thy Body as dissolv'd as is thy Mind."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1693

"Learn Wretches; learn the Motions of the Mind: / Why you were made, for what you were design'd; / And the great Moral End of Humane Kind."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1693

"I grant this true: But, still, the deadly wound / Is in thy Soul: 'Tis there thou art not sound."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)