Date: August, 1674; 1675
"Your bounties too him have long since deeply engraven his crimes in my Soul"
preview | full record— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)
Date: August, 1674; 1675
"How! Is your Soul once more enter'd into that Bondage?"
preview | full record— Crowne, John (bap. 1641, d. 1712)
Date: 1676
"Can that blind faculty the Will be free, / When it depends upon the Understanding??
preview | full record— Shadwell, Thomas (1642-1692)
Date: 1676
The understanding argues before the will can choose and "the last Dictate of the Judgment sways / The Will, as in a Balance, the last Weight / Put in the Scale, lifts up the other end"
preview | full record— Shadwell, Thomas (1642-1692)
Date: 1676
"All objects are ready form'd and plac'd / To our hands; and these the Senses to the Mind convey, / And as those represent them, this must judge: / How can the Will be free, when the Understanding, / On which the Will depends, cannot be so"
preview | full record— Shadwell, Thomas (1642-1692)
Date: 1678
"But Fancy, I think, in Poetry, is like Faith in Religion; it makes far discoveries, and soars above reason, but never clashes, or runs against it. Fancy leaps, and frisks, and away she's gone; whilst reason rattles the chains, and follows after."
preview | full record— Rymer, Thomas (1641-1713)
Date: 1680
"'Tis an Error as groundless as Vulgar, to think that there goes no more to the furnishing a Poet, than a Wind-mill in the Head, a Stream of Tattle, and convenient Confidence; whereas no Exercise of the Soul requires a more compos'd Thought, more sparingness of Words, more Modesty and Caution in ...
preview | full record— Tate, Nahum (c. 1652-1715)
Date: 1690
"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1696
"Tho' she be / A Slave, her Mind is free, and shou'd consent."
preview | full record— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)
Date: 1696
"Nay, then it must be she: it is Imoinda: My Heart confesses her, and leaps for joy, / To welcome her to her own Empire here."
preview | full record— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)