Date: 1691

"Thus might I have e'ne gone on to Doomsday without their minding a word I said, for by this time the Fumes of the Liquor, which it seems they had been tunning in all that day, conquer'd that little Reason they had left, and threw 'em all into a bruitish sleep."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"Lastly, [sin] grows into a strong Man, and doth of it self run up and down our Little World, invade all the Faculties of Soul and Body, which are at last made the Instruments of Satan to act and fulfill it."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"My Body a pick-pack on my Soul, / Rambles to view the spangl'd Pole, / Rambles a round to search my Dear, / Unwearied Walks from Sphere to Sphere, / Knocks at each door, and asks--Is Rachel here?"

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"And shou'd an Evangelist, with an Angel at his Elbow, have told me that Goddess of my Soul had so much as one speck of Deformity, one single Mole, either in Body or Mind, I shou'd have said--By your leave, Mr. Evangelist,--I must suspend my Faith."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"No--my purest pure had such a Soul, it shin'd through her Body, and such a Body, you might see her Soul through't. Which some may think much at one, but however there's a differeut conception in't, and it makes one line more to fill out the Book."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"To be short, thus I continued Loving upon the stretch without fear or wit, so long till I had forgot my self and every thing else, till I found my Mind as much disfigured with that feaverish disease, as my Face with the Small-pox,--and to lose--such a Face, and such a Mind--"

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"And how deeply his Character is imprinted in my heart, shall be seen by this Impression wrought off from it, shewing what he was, is, and none else ever shall be."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"Instead of those sage and grave Notions that used to fill my Head, 'twas cramm'd top full of Whimseys and Whirligigs, by the vehement agitation of my distemper'd Fancy, as ever a Carkase-shell with Instruments of Death and Murder."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"I was nothing but all Flame and Fire, and the red-hot Thoughts glared about my Brains at such a rate, and if visible, wou'd, I fancy, have made just such a dreadful Appearance as the Window of a Glass-house discovers in a dark Night--viz. a parcel of stragling fiery Globes marching about and hiz...

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"I must therefore tell 'em what Love is, before they can be competent Deciders in this business, or know whether I am more blameable or praise-worthy in admitting it a Guest into my tender Heart."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)