Date: 1686

"Charm her with tender and obliging words, and make her heart like Gold within a Furnace; Melt down before the Language of my Love."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"So much of joy crowds fast into my heart, / There is not room for utterance"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach?"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1686

"I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1691

"Oh never doubt me, I'll not break my Word,--and now sweet Angel, my Joys crowd thick about my Heart, and long for vent, the approaching happiness looks so like Heaven that I methinks am extasied already"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1692

"There is no other dealing with you but violence, you use my heart worse than a Pirate would an utter Enemy, and put more chains than a Christian Slave has in the Turkish Bilboes--what did you mean by this Letter? why d'ye use me thus barbarously?"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1694

On may achieve a "noble conquest" over his own passions

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1694

"Pray mind me, Sir, to shew my Shape and Aire; that as the Loadstone does the Obedient Iron--should draw by force to me all Hearts but yours--."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1697

"[T[hou shalt see me mould his heart in the palm of my Hand like soft Wax, till I make it bear what impression I please"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)