Date: 1691

"So the bold Artist, that of You would speak / Should Patterns from Celestial Natures take; / And stamp his Soul in an Angelick Mold; Er'e he Your Vertues should attempt to' unfold."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"How haps it then, Ideas stay behind, / And, when We please, can paint anew the Mind, / When what created them is fled, like Wind?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"If th' Eye into't nothing Material drew, / How is't the Mind can former Objects view, / And dress i'th' Brain the wandring Schemes anew?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"How haps, what did unto our Sight advance, / In Dreams again i'th' cheated Soul do dance, / And with fresh Charms the credulous Mind entrance?"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"If Old and New i'th Brain together crowd, / How is it Room and Peace is them allow'd? /How do they and their Equipages come? /For if Material, they must take up room. / And tract of Time would hoard up such a Crop, / The crowded Atoms would the Channels stop, / And choke the Passages of Vision up."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

Speech is the "Delight of Life and Mirrour of the Heart, / By which our Thoughts, which none can see, / We to our own and others Joys impart."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Wisest of Beings! What we do design, / And in dark Caverns of our Breast confine"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"And strangely doth the Vast Abyss contain / Within the Vaster Ocean of his Brain."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Strange frightfull Spectres o're my Mind were spread."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Here wisely-flowing Eloquence disdains / To be confin'd, but in Poetick Chains: / Sweet are the Bonds, that tye the Soul to Sense / And scope allow for All things, but Offence!"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)