Date: 1681

"[H]ere's the wit of a Tarpawlin now; one ruffling Storm frights away all their brains, to make room for the fumes that make them Valiant"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1681

The Soul "sup[s] above, and cannot stay / To bait so long upon the way"

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"None can chain a mind / Whom this sweet chordage cannot bind."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"O who shall, from this Dungeon, raise / A Soul inslav'd so many wayes?"

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"A soul hung up as 'twere, in Chains / Of Nerves, and Arteries, and Veins."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681?

"Within this sober Frame expect / Work of no Forrain Architect ; / That unto Caves the Quarries drew, / And Forrests did to Pastures hew; / Who of his great Design in pain / Did for a Model vault his Brain, / Whose Columnes should so high be rais'd / To arch the Brows that on them gaz'd."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681?

"My mind was once the true survey / Of all these meadows fresh and gay"

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681?

"For Juliana comes, and she, / What I do to the grass, does to my thoughts and me."

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"The mind, that ocean where each kind / Does straight its own resemblance find, / Yet it creates, transcending these, / Far other worlds, and other seas"

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)

Date: 1681

"Here at the fountain's sliding foot, / Or at some fruit tree's mossy root, / Casting the body's vest aside, / My soul into the boughs does glide; / There like a bird it sits and sings, / Then whets, and combs its silver wings; / And, till prepar'd for longer flight, / Waves in its plumes the var...

— Marvell, Andrew (1621-1678)