Date: 1692

"And therefore, to gain, by Flattery, the Soveraignty of a Heart, which her other Artifices had not been able to subdue; O Tazander! Cry'd she, after she had continu'd a while in silence, O generous Tazander! How much do I admire your constancy!"

— Anonymous

Date: 1692

"That Raillery, Madam, reply'd Eurimantes, does not suit with the posture my Soul is in at present."

— Anonymous

Date: 1692

"And when ever there occurr'd to his Memory any Action of Asteria's, wherein he was satisfi'd of her Love towards him, he found his thoughts more and more inclining to her; nay so far had he receded from his former Sentiments, that looking on all she had done against him, as so many Marks of a Pa...

— Anonymous

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"And with reverence be it spoken, and the Parallel kept at due distance, there is something of equality in the Proportion which they bear in reference to one another, with that between Comedy and Tragedy; but the Drama is the long extracted from Romance and History: 'tis the Midwife to Industry, ...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Madam, it is no small demonstration of the entire Resignation which I have made of my Heart to your Chains, since the secrets of it are no longer in my power."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Her Eyes diffus'd Rays comfortable as warmth, and piercing as the light; they would have worked a passage through the straightest Pores, and with a delicious heat, have play'd about the most obdurate frozen Heart, untill 'twere melted down to Love."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"O Leonora! (continued he) how hast thou stamp'd thine Image on my Soul! How much dearer am I to my self, since I have had thy Heavenly Form in keeping!"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"His Incognita was rooted in his Heart, yet could he not Comfort himself with any Hopes when he should see her."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"If your fair Eyes, upon the breaking up of this, meet with somewhat too quick a Surprize, make thence, I beseech you, some reflection upon the Condition I must needs have been in, at the suddain Appearance of that Sun of Beauty, which at once shone so full upon my Soul."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Your Tongue pursued the Victory of your Eyes, and you did not give me time to rally my poor Disordered Senses, so as to make a tolerable Retreat."

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)