Date: 1687

"Their thoughts or words can leave no mark behind; / Thy self dost make th' impression on thy mind."

— Rawlet, John (bap. 1642, d. 1686)

Date: 1687

"Each Note tun'd up the Soul, calcin'd the Mind, / Commenc'd them something more than humane kind; / Their very Bodies into-Souls refin'd."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1687

"Souls that can scarce ferment their mass of clay; / So drossy, so divisible are they, / As would but serve pure bodies for allay."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1687

The true christian's " Soul [is] by Grace refin'd from drossie Earth, / From sordid Lusts and love of Sin / Made mindful of its own high Birth; / It will not be confin'd within / These narrow bounds of Matter and of Time"

— Rawlet, John (bap. 1642, d. 1686)

Date: 1687

"What Humane Passion does with Tears implore, / The Intellect Enjoys, when 'tis in Love / With the Eternal Soul, which here does move / In Mortal Closet, where 'tis kept in Store"

— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)

Date: 1687

"Our Souls are in one mutual Knot combin'd, / Not Common Passion, Dull and Unrefin'd"

— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)

Date: 1687

"Yet sure we think 'em sensless stories, / The pageantry of some distempered Head, / Which fancies Pencil did delineate, / The broken visions of the living when they dream'd 'oth' dead."

— Rawlet, John (bap. 1642, d. 1686)

Date: 1687

"For whatsoe're the mighty Men of Sense, / Those skulls of Axiome and Philosophy, / By reasons Telescope pretend t' evince, / Beyond this World we can no other see"

— Rawlet, John (bap. 1642, d. 1686)

Date: 1687

"So crowds of anxious Thoughts on ev'ry side, / Invade my Soul."

— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)

Date: 1687

"Ah Cynthia! That the blasts of Sighs I vent, / Could ease my Breast of cloudy Discontent, / Which still with fresh Assaults renews my Pain."

— Ayres, Philip (1638-1712)