Date: 1664

"Their Hearts are as hard, as Iron too, / As tough, but not so cold."

— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

Date: 1664

"But swift Desires, / Transport my passions, to a Throne of Rest"

— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

Date: 1664

"Or if that Lady, in whose Breast, / My fled Heart, is lodg'd a Guest, / Will Exchange (but Oh! I fear / Her's, is stray'd, some other where) / I may Live"

— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

Date: 1664

"Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair / A willing Lover doth ensnare) / Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines, / Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!"

— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

Date: 1664

"Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair / A willing Lover doth ensnare) / Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines, / Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!"

— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)

Date: 1686

"But now Within there's Civil War, / In Arms my rebel Passions are, / Their old Allegiance laid aside"

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"That many-headed Monster [the passions] has thrown down / Its lawful Monarch Reason from its Throne."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"He finds no Tempest in his Mind, / Fears no Billow, feels no Wind: / All is serene, and quiet there."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"London! joynt Favourite with Him Thou wer't; / As both possess'd a room within one heart, / So now with thine indulgent Sovereign joyn, / Respect his great Friends ashes, for He wept o're Thine."

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)

Date: 1686

"Our souls are all disrob'd, all naked laid, / In thy true Mirror men themselves do see"

— Flatman, Thomas (1635-1688)