Date: 1693

"Not so, I beseech you, Madam, (answer'd I) rather than lose the Happiness of your Conversation, I'll curb my forward Heart, that is unwilling to let me talk of any thing but its wounds."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"In short, Madam, you must be less Fair, or not banish Love from the severe and wise, for as long as you have those killing Eyes, those charming Lips, that graceful Person, all that you can say, will be no better defence, against the Darts they cast, than an Harangue against War, wou'd keep a Sou...

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"A thousand Tortures perplex'd my Mind, and Love, tho' so lately born, was grown up already, to the heigth of impatience: To ease my mind a little, I set my self to writing, and made these Verses on my departure from Bracilla."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Each day he came to her to seek a cure for those Wounds she had made in his tender Bosome, and each day he enlarg'd 'em, by beholding the relentless cause of all his sufferings; which were now arriv'd to that heighth, that he was neither able to bear 'em, nor yet knew how to remove them."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"But this small Out-let to my Passion gave it but little ease, a thousand distracting Thoughts turn'd my Mind to e'ry side, not permitting it to fix on any thing, yet all tended to the Contrivance of the satisfaction of my too impatient desires."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Ah, my Lord, (reply'd Montano) he that pretends to be a Lover, and at the same time to be govern'd by Reason, is but a Hypocrite."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Why is Love then (said the Count) so irreconcilable an Enemy to Reason, that it can never cohabit with it?"

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"And I wish my poor Amorous Friend here, cou'd follow this Example; but he does not only vex and torment himself to no end or purpose, but by banishing Reason, as an Enemy to his Love, depriving me of all remedies of his Distemper, in either extinguishing, or satisfying his Passion."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"So much the unhappier I (reply'd Montano) who am depriv'd of all means of obtaining Bracilla, tho her Embraces alone can cure my tortur'd Soul."

— Anonymous

Date: 1693

"Well, the night comes, the Maid plies Clelia harder with Glasses than ever, not without mixing Friends to Venus in the Liquor, which was still advanc'd by the Discourse that was on purpose brought in by the Maid to stir up warm desires, when the Wine had already heated her blood; and all this ha...

— Anonymous