Date: 1672?

"Our Hearts are Paper, Beauty is the Pen, / Which writes our Loves, and blots 'em out agen"

— Sedley, Sir Charles (1639-1701)

Date: 1678

"Into his studious Closet to stuff his Lunatick head, since he can get nothing for his belly."

— Porter, Thomas (1636-1680)

Date: 1681

"This [sadness] fetters all our Senses, pulleth down / Heav'ns Image, Reason from her rightful Throne / And in her room, by Fancies pow'rful Charm, / Sets up a feigned Ill to work our Harm."

— Chamberlayne, Sir James (c.1640-1699)

Date: 1682

"Each step you take, hales me a step more near / To the cold Grave: (nor is't an idle Fear) / For know, my Soul to you is chained fast, / And if you make such cruel, fatal hast, / Must quit it's Seat, and be so far unkind, / To leave my fainting, breathless Trunk behind."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

Date: 1684

A "charming Voice, and Art" may gain "the conquest of my Heart

— Oldham, John (1653-1683)

Date: 1684

"All in thy faithful Glass were so express'd, / As if they were Reflections of thy Breast, / As if they had been stamp'd on thy own mind"

— Oldham, John (1653-1683)

Date: 1684

"My grateful Thoughts so throng to get abroad, / They over-run each other in the crowd: / To you with hasty flight they take their way, / And hardly for the dress of words will stay."

— Oldham, John (1653-1683)

Date: 1684

"But Settle, and the Rest, that writ for Pence, / Whose whole Estate's an ounce, or two of Brains"

— Oldham, John (1653-1683)

Date: 1684

"When holy Trances first inspire his Breast, / And the God enters there to be a Guest."

— Oldham, John (1653-1683)

Date: 1684

"In that white Snow which overspreads your skin, / We trace ye whiter Soul which dwells within."

— Oldham, John (1653-1683)