Date: 1603
"And let me wring your heart; for so I shall / If it be made of penetrable stuff, / If damnèd custom have not brassed it so / That it is proof and bulwark against sense."
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Date: 1603
"And that his soul may be as damned and black / As hell whereto it goes."
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Date: 1603
"Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul, / And there I see such black and grainèd spots / As will not leave their tinct. "
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Date: 1603
"So think thou wilt no second husband wed; / But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead."
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
Date: 1603
"Remember thee? / Ay, thou poor ghost, while memory holds a seat / In this distracted globe."
preview | full record— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)
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: 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."
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Date: 1693
"On the contrary, it is not unjust not to pitty him that loves you to all the extravagance of raving; and with these words, he got into an entire possession of the strugling Nymph, who with a Heart all panting with excess of Pleasure, now calmly permitted whatsoe're the Count would do."
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Date: 1696
"O! that we cou'd incorporate, be one, / One Body, as we have been long one Mind: / That blended so, we might together mix, / And losing thus our Beings to the World, / Be only found to one anothers Joys."
preview | full record— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)
Date: 1700
"This very Morning I'll prepare for Turin, / Where Time and Absence will deface the Image / Of that bewitching Beauty, which how haunts / My tortur'd Mind."
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)