Date: 1700

One may call his Senses to his aid, and "In vain Rebel," but soon he is "by ev'ry Sense betray'd"

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"O'er Sense, o'er Reason, and o'er Love it Rules, / Custom, the Guardian, and the guide of Fools."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"Whilst in my Soul Despair her Court maintains, / And with deep Pomp in solid Darkness Reigns."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"They cannot, no; each sigh Love's flight sustains, / O'er my own Heart in my own Breast he Reigns, / And holds too strong, my strugling Soul in Chains."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"My Thoughts should like their Silver Fishes shine, / With quick, bright glitterings thro' each moving line."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)