Date: 1682

"Love, that like a rich and potent Lord possesses, each close Apartment of this Charming Body, retains thy Vertue for some fitter season, and therefore shuts it up in some dark Closet, till the Riotous Soul has done its Revelling."

— 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: 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: 1691

"And all the noble Notions in my Soul, / Which crowded with a fondness to prefer thee, / I here dismiss, and in their Room admit / As base thoughts of thee, as thy intended Practice!"

— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)

Date: 1691

"Blast not my Entertainment with that thought Madam, my senses are all charmed with such perfection, they'r Crowding which shall be first Gratified."

— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)

Date: 1693

"Thy Wit and Beauty charm'd my panting Breast, / And first inspir'd thy Love into my heart! Which Was till then a stranger:"

— Higden, Henry (bap. 1645)

Date: 1696

"What's this I feel thus rising in my Breast? Have I room there for any thing but Love? From whence then this new Guest? Is't Jealousie? "

— Scott, Thomas (fl. 1696-1697)

Date: 1696

"No, for I have heard some say, Men are ne're less alone, then when alone. reason I suppose is this, because they have Crowds of Thoughts, that still per the Mind; which wou'd be like the Soul retired and free, thereby to enjoy sweet Repose, which nought but that can Grant."

— Harris, Joseph (fl. 1684-1703)

Date: 1696

"The Sences in Confederacy raise Rebellion against reason; there now is a Civil War over all this Compound Tabernacle. Pride and Desire disturb the Harmony of Government, endeavouring to undermine the tottering Fabrick, and to hurl all into Chaos and Confusion."

— Anonymous; George Powell (1658-1714), Publisher

Date: 1696

"I find the danger now: my Spirits start / At the alarm, and from all quarters come / To Man my Heart, the Citadel of love."

— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)