Date: 1667

"Thy Heart locks up my Secrets richly set, / And my Breast is thy private Cabinet."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"Whose Mirrours are the crystal Brooks, / Or else each others Hearts and Looks."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"And yet those Souls, when first they met, / Lookt out at windows through the Eyes."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"For as a Watch by art is wound / To motion, such was mine: / But never had Orinda found / A Soul till she found thine."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"How vain a thing is Man, whose noblest part, / That Soul which through the World doth rome, / Traverses Heav'n, finds out the depth of Art, / Yet is so ignorant at home?"

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"In every Brook or Mirrour we can find /  Reflections of our face to be; / But a true Optick to present our Mind / We hardly get, and darkly see."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"I wonder not to find those that know most, / Profess so much their Ignorance; / Since in their own Souls greatest Wits are lost, / And of themselves have scarce a glance."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"A Soul self-mov'd which can dilate, contract, / Pierces and judges things unseen: / But this gross heap of Matter cannot act, / Unless impulsed from within."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"And though 'tis true she [the soul] is imprison'd here, / Yet hath she Notions of her own, / Which Sense doth only jog, awake, and clear, / But cannot at the first make known."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"So unconcern'd she lives, so much above / The Rubbish of a sordid Jail, / That nothing doth her Energy improve / So much as when those structures fail."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)