Date: 1691
"Thirdly, Let us hence duly learn to prize and value our Souls; is the Body such a rare Piece, what this is the Soul? the Body is but the Husk or Shell, the Soul is the Kernel; the Body is but the Cask, the Soul the precious Liquor contained in it; the Body is but the Cabinet; the Soul the Jewel;...
preview | full record— Ray [formerly Wray], John (1627–1705)
Date: 1697
"Lord, strike this Marble Heart, thy powerful Stroke / Will make a Flood gush from the cleaving Rock. / O draw all Nature's Sluces up, and drain / Her Magazines, which liquid Stores contain."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1702
"Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach, / Succeeding one another in their Course, / Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble, / At length have worn my boasted Courage down."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1706, 1709
"COME let me Love: or is my Mind / Harden'd to Stone, or froze to Ice?"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1708
"Passions are too hurrying to last; Vapours that start from a Mercurial Brain, whose wild Chimera's flush the lighter Faculties, which tir'd i'th' vain pursuit of fancy'd Pleasures."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1723
"Look on the Boy, / And let his manly Face, which promiseth / Successful Fortune, steel thy melting Heart / To hold thy own, and leave thine own with him."
preview | full record— Cibber, Theophilus (1703-1758)
Date: 1734
"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1733-4
"Self-Love but serves the virtuous Mind to wake, / As the small Pebble stirs the peaceful Lake, / The Centre mov'd, a Circle strait succeeds, / Another still, and still another spreads."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1737
"My faults will not be hid from you, and perhaps it is no dispraise to me that they will not: the cleanness and purity of one's mind is never better proved, than in discovering its own faults at first view; as when a stream shows the dirt at its bottom, it shows also the transparency of the water."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1743
"We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile: / The mind turns fool before the cheek is dry. / Our quick-returning folly cancels all; / As the tide rushing rases what is writ / In yielding sands, and smooths the letter'd shore."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)