Date: 1667
"So unconcern'd she lives, so much above / The Rubbish of a sordid Jail, / That nothing doth her Energy improve / So much as when those structures fail."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"It is our narrow thoughts shorten these things, / By their companion Flesh inclin'd; / Which feeling its own weakness gladly brings / The same opinion to the Mind."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"We stifle our own Sun, and live in Shade; / But where its beams do once appear, / They make that person of himself afraid, / And to his own acts most severe."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1667
"He that commands himself is more a Prince / Then he who Nations keeps in awe; / Who yield to all that does their Souls convince, / Shall never need another Law."
preview | full record— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)
Date: 1674, 1686
"For Fancy's like a rough, but ready Horse, / Whose mouth is govern'd more by skill than force; / Wherein (my Friend) you do a Maistry own, / If not particular to you alone; /Yet such at least as to all eyes declares /Your Pegasus the best performs his Ayres."
preview | full record— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)
Date: 1675
"Thou say'st, the spirit is a silent voyce, / VVhence is it then thou mak'st so great a noyse?"
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1675
"Well, since that thou dost thus desire to know / What I do Judge this Light within will do; / To satisfie thee I will make no doubt: / Man by this Light may find a God-head out."
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1675
"Gods works don't teach [the manner of worship}, nor this Law of th'mind; / For if it would, Scriptures need not 'been pen'd,"
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1675
"They were i'th' dark, their heart was a dark room, / Till saving grace from God did thither come."
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)
Date: 1675
"True faith within, doth but apply, / Unto the soul, the soveraign remedy; / 'Tis as a door, or like a window bright, / Which to dark souls lets in the precious light"
preview | full record— Keach, Benjamin (1640-1704)