Date: 1661

"These are but objects at a distance, these / Are but refreshments, and to give you ease, / To make thy Way the sweeter, till thou art / Hid in the Closet of Sophia's Heart."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1661

"But that, whose Sound, in the Pelîack Cave, / A Bridle to the Minds of Heroes gave, / And great Achilles Thoughts, the Centaure lov'd, / And when, upon the Strings, his Finger mov'd, / Hell's, or the Ocean's Fury 'twould allay."

— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)

Date: 1661

"Him th'unhappy Queen / Views with an earnest Eye, and Entertains / With Smiles: for Love within her Bosom Reigns."

— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)

Date: 1661

"On this attracting Face our Pilgrim throws / His eyes, his Soul thorow those windows goes"

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1661

"He [Satan] sew'd his Tares of Errors, and did blind / With clouds of darknesse, Man's true eye, the Mind."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1661

"This doth the understanding purge; the eye / O'th' Soul, the Mind from Motes do purifie."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1661

"On this the King pitched his Mind's clear eye, / When he cry'd out, all things are vanity."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1661

"To Liberty / A Bowl is crown'd, which all as greedily / Quaff off, as if in it they thought to finde / Their Wish, and Sense of Bondage from the Minde / Expel."

— Ross, Thomas (bap. 1620, d. 1675)

Date: 1661

"Such were Love's Ardors, he could scarce forbear / His fettering flesh, his free Soul's chaines, to tear."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1662

"Flowers, rivers, woods, the pleasant air and wind, / With Sacred thoughts, do feed my serious mind."

— Watkyns, Rowland (c. 1614-1664)