Date: 1693

"But the learning Pages of Latin by heart, no more fits the Memory for Retention of any thing else, than the graving of one Sentence in Lead makes it the more capable of retaining firmly any other Characters. "

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1693

"(Yet what smooth Sycophant by thee can gain? / When Lust it self strikes thy Flint-Heart in vain?)"

— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]

Date: 1693

"Yet, thy moist Clay is pliant to Command; / Unwrought, and easie to the Potter's hand: / Now take the Mold; now bend thy Mind to feel / The first sharp Motions of the Forming Wheel."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)

Date: 1693

"These two Load-Stones do so strongly Attract my Heart. That (like Mahomets Iron-Coffin) I am poys'd & supported in the Air between Both."

— Higden, Henry (bap. 1645)

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: 1694

"Thy mighty Soul, stamp'd of Heav'n's noblest Coin, / More Pure than Gold, more Precious and Divine, / Does in thy Everlasting Vertues shine."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1696

"His Resentment and Grief was too great not to be perceiv'd; therefore he took his leave somewhat abruptly; and when he had shifted his Disguise (which he always did at the Fryar's) he hastens to his dear Confident Castro, immediately tells him his Misfortune, how Cordelia was prepossess'd, had g...

— Pix, Mary (c.1666-1720)

Date: 1696

"But there's no fault in her 1000 l. a year, and that's the Loadstone that attracts my heart--The Wise, and Grave, may tell us of strange Chimæra's call'd Virtues in a Woman, and that they alone are the best Dowry; but faith we younger Brothers are of another mind."

— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)

Date: 1697

"Say you so, my Heart of Steel. Then let not your Noble Courage be cast down"

— Settle, Elkanah (1648-1724)

Date: 1697

"The Soul is placed in the Body like a rough Diamond and must be polish'd, or the lustre of it will never appear."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)