Date: 1660

"Things that the least of drossy mixture hold, / Last longest; my Hearts flames Ætherial be, / More pure than seven times refined Gold / Than Cedar's flames: rays of a Deitie / They are."

— Pordage, Samuel (bap. 1633, d. c. 1691)

Date: 1693

Thoughts may "transcend all the Bounds of Air, / And like a blazing Comet ... inflame my Sphere."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"Some Glances of a State that's past I find, / Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind, / As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create / A Flame, and represent my former State."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"Musick alone inflames my drooping Mind; / Nay, she would mount her Wings, and fly away, / Not be confin'd to this dull Lump of Clay, / Did not the Charms of Musick most divine / Unite, and things so wide, so close combine."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1747

Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind, / As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find; / Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire, / And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Tho' her bright Image, in his Breast he bears, / And all her Beauties in his Form appears; / Tho' in his Soul she lights her heav'nly Flame, / And finds even here a Votary in him."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Believe me, Friend, the cruel Flame, / Which tortures now thy gentle Breast; / The Object chang'd will burn the same, / And you in mutual Love be blest."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"To that I'll sue, the languid Flame to raise, / And wake the sleeping Passion to a Blaze."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"In Vain I strive with Female Art, / To hide the Motions of my Heart; / My Eyes my secret Flame declare, / And Damon reads his Triumph there."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Deep in my Soul thy soft Reproaches steal, / And all thy Griefs redoubled there I feel; / Still round my Heart plays the same lambient Flame, / Each Wish, and every fond Desire the same."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)