Date: 1651
"'Tis but the Body that blind Fortunes spight / Can chain to Earth; the nobler Soul doth slight / Her servill Bonds, and takes to Heaven her flight."
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1651
"Why break'st thou not (my Soul) this Chain / Of Flesh? why lett'st thou that restrain / Thy nimble Flight into his Arms, / Whose only Look with gladness charms?"
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1651
"Now, treacherous Boy, thou hast me sure, / Playing the Wanton with my Heart, / As foolish Children that a Bird have got, / Slacken the Thread, but not unty the knot."
preview | full record— Sherburne, Sir Edward (bap. 1616, d. 1702)
Date: 1653
"Upon thine heart let me be put, / and set like as a seal; / And as a seal upon thine arme"
preview | full record— Slater, Samuel (c.1629-1704)
Date: 1657
" Then Calice where the English did remain / During eleven Kings reigns from her was ta'in; / Which loss so griev'd her, as she did impart, / That Calice was engraven in her heart."
preview | full record— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)
Date: 1657
"But like true steel my heart doth pant, / To touch the long'd for Adamant."
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)
Date: 1657
"O be thou pleas'd to purge away my dross: / Calcine my soul; obliterate my sins; / And make me pure against that day begins."
preview | full record— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)
Date: 1657
"Alas! alas! my flesh is too too weak, / And may be conquer'd; thou maist eas'ly break / This brittle Casket: but my inward minde / A jewel is which thou shalt never finde."
preview | full record— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)
Date: 1657
"Above three thousand being hid in caves, / VVere stifled by these marble-hearted slaves."
preview | full record— Billingsley, Nicholas (bap. 1633, d. 1709)
Date: 1657
"Cupid denied of this did backward start, / And ran for hast to hide him in her heart, / Where he renewed fresh flames, and by delay, / So I corcht his wings he could not fly away / Thus force perforce in her my conquer'd breast / Is the poore Inne of such a God-borne guest, / Whom while I harbor...
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)