Date: 1700, 1717
"And, as the soften'd Wax new Seals receives, / This Face assumes, and that Impression leaves; / Now call'd by one, now by another Name; / The Form is only chang'd, the Wax is still the same."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1700, 1717
"Then let not Piety be put to flight, / To please the tast of Glutton-Appetite; / But suffer inmate Souls secure to dwell, / Lest from their Seats your Parents you expel; / With rabid Hunger feed upon your kind, / Or from a Beast dislodge a Brother's Mind."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1700, 1717
"This Helenus to great AEneas told, / Which I retain, e'er since in other Mould: / My Soul was cloath'd; and now rejoice to view / My Country Walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew, / Rais'd by the fall: Decreed by Loss to Gain; / Enslav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1704, 1715
"A glitt'ring Spark the rash Prometheus stole, / And fondly stampt into a Soul"
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1704, 1715
"His fearless Heart immur'd with tripple Brass. / The daring Mortal surely wore"
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1706
"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1706 [1707]
"The Man that's Resolute and Just, / Firm to his Principles and Trust, / Nor Hopes, nor Fears can blind; / No Passions his Designs controll, / Not Love, that Tyrant of the Soul, / Can shake his steddy Mind."
preview | full record— Walsh, William (bap. 1662, d. 1708)
Date: 1706
"There glides the moon her shining way, / And shoots my heart thro' with a silver ray."
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: 1707, 1710
"So can the pow'rful Grape our Reason cheat, / And o'er our giddy Fancy reign."
preview | full record— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)
Date: 1707, 1710
"But now I come to cure my fond Disease; / This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please."
preview | full record— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)