Date: 1687, 1691

"Altho' he be but a Carpenter he knows better than thee, to form the Mind; he can teach thee how to polish and square thy Soul, as he polishes a piece of Oak, though never so hard and knotty."

— Marana, Giovanni Paolo (1642-1693); Anonymous [William Bradshaw (fl. 1700) or Robert Midgley (1655?-1723)?]

Date: 1687, 1691

"Let me then counsel thee, to watch over thy Conscience, as the Parisians do over their Shops, to prevent Violences."

— Marana, Giovanni Paolo (1642-1693); Anonymous [William Bradshaw (fl. 1700) or Robert Midgley (1655?-1723)?]

Date: 1692

"And all was conquer'd but the Patriot's Mind."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1693

"Children, like tender Oziers, take the Bow, / And, as they first are fashion'd always grow."

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

Date: 1693

"The craving Wife, the force of Magick tries, / And Philters for th' unable Husband buys: / The Potion works not on the part design'd, / But turns his Brain, and stupifies his Mind. / The sotted Moon-Calf gapes, and staring on, / Sees his own Business by another done: / A long Oblivion, a benummi...

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

Date: 1693

"(Yet what smooth Sycophant by thee can gain? / When Lust it self strikes thy Flint-Heart in vain?)"

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

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]