Date: 1687
"At this enrag'd, the injur'd Deity / Chose out the best of his Artillery, / And in a blooming Virgin's Dove-like Eyes / He planted his Victorious Batteries; / (Phillis her Name, the best of Woman-kind, / Could Love have gain'd the Empire of her Mind) / These shot so furiously against my Heart, /...
preview | full record— Cutts, John, Baron Cutts of Gowran (1660/1-1707)
Date: 1687
"This Heart of mine, now wreck'd upon despair, / Was once as free and careless as the Air; / In th' early Morning of my tender years, / E're I was sensible of Hopes and Fears, / It floated in a Sea of Mirth and Ease, / And thought the World was only made to please; / No adverse Wind had ever stop...
preview | full record— Cutts, John, Baron Cutts of Gowran (1660/1-1707)
Date: 1691
"And in a diversity of things, as in a mist, the Mind is apt to lose it self."
preview | full record— Blount, Thomas Pope, Sir (1649-1697)
Date: 1691
"In the Chimney lies one whistling, another gaping, another swearing and cursing, and all of them in such a Tempest of Imagination, that had not the Master of the House interpos'd his Authority, and seasonably assum'd the Office of Master of the supposed Pinnace, commanding all hands down in the ...
preview | full record— Dunton, John (1659–1732)
Date: 1694
"But Anger once let loose, quarrels with every thing, even a Spot falling upon the Angry Person's Cloaths, though but of Rain, by the common Courses of Nature is a sufficient subject for it to insist upon, till a Tempest rises in the Mind, and Heaven is cavell'd withal for not restraining the Dro...
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Date: 1697
"What inward Whips my tortur'd Bowels tear? / Fierce Vipers twist their Spires about my Heart, / And Bite, and Sting, and Wound with deadly smart. / With more than Atlas weight my Soul's opprest, / And raging Tempests beat along my breast: / Corroding Flames eat thro' my burning veins, / And all ...
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)