Date: 1682

"Dear Object of my Love! didst thou but know / The Tortures, that I daily undergo / For thy dear sake, thou sure woud'st be so kind, / To weep the Troubles that invade my mind."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

Date: 1682

"This made Impression on some easie Minds, / Whom or good Nature, or false Pity blinds."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"What subtle dart / Had you at first to penetrate my Heart, / Obdure as Steel."

— Coppinger, Matthew (fl. 1682)

Date: 1682

"Here Ovid's fancy in this Mirrour shines."

— Livingstone, Michael (fl. 1680)

Date: 1682

"A Crowd of Vertues fill your Princely Breast."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1682

"You took my Counsel and became my Friend: / And by those Ties, did earnestly request, / That I wou'd make Marina's Heart your Guest."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

Date: November, 1682

"Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars / To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, / Is reason to the soul; and as on high, / Those rolling fires discover but the sky / Not light us here; so reason's glimmering ray / Was lent not to assure our doubtful way, / But guide us upward to a better ...

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: November, 1682

"And as those nightly tapers disappear / When day's bright lord ascends our hemisphere / So pale grows reason at religion's sight: / So dies, and so dissolves in supernatural light."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: November, 1682

"Some few, whose lamp shone brighter, have been led / From cause to cause, to Nature's secret head."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: November, 1682

"In pleasure some their glutton souls would steep; / But found their line too short, the well too deep; / And leaky vessels which no bliss could keep.

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)