Date: 1686

A " Heav'n-born Mind" may have "no Dross to purge from [its] Rich Ore:"

— Killigrew, Anne (1660-1685)

Date: 1686

"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"Our souls are all disrob'd, all naked laid, / In thy true Mirror men themselves do see"

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"In the Recesses of a private Breast, / I thought to entertain your charming Guest, / And never to have boasted of my Feast."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"Grief, Sorrow, each unwelcom Guest, / Take Lodgings in his anxious Breast:"

— Higden, Henry (bap. 1645)

Date: 1686

"Change did I say, that word I must forbear, / No, she bright Star wont wander from her sphere / Of Virtue (in which Female Souls do move) / Nor will she joyn with an insatiate love."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

Date: 1686

"And so dost think to fill the Abiss below / Quite full of Females, hoping there may be / No room for souls big with Vice as thee."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

Date: 1686

"By any other hand: She's all divine, / And by a splendid lustre doth outshine / All masculine souls, who only seem to be / Made up of pride and their lov'd luxury."

— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)

Date: 1686, 1712

"See how my melting Passions hast and run, / Like Virgin-wax before the scorching Sun!"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

Date: 1686, 1712

"But while confin'd to this dark Cell I lie, / My captive Soul can't reach its native Sky"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)