Date: 1674, 1686
"For Fancy's like a rough, but ready Horse, / Whose mouth is govern'd more by skill than force; / Wherein (my Friend) you do a Maistry own, / If not particular to you alone; /Yet such at least as to all eyes declares /Your Pegasus the best performs his Ayres."
preview | full record— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)
Date: 1683
"To Reason's yoke she quickly will incline, / Which, far from hurting, renders her divine; / But if neglected, will as easily stray, / And master Reason, which she should obey."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1689, 1716
"'What Confidence can you in them repose, / 'Who e're they serve you, all their Value lose? / 'Who once enslave their Conscience to their Lust, / 'Have lost their Reins, and can no more be Just."
preview | full record— Montagu, Charles, 1st Earl of Halifax (1661-1715)
Date: 1697
"Inexorable Hatred, Pride unmixt / Desp'rate Revenge, and Malice deeply fixt, / With Wrath from every Stain of Love refin'd / Reign'd uncontroul'd in his envenom'd Mind."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1711
"Passions impatient of the Rein, disown / Reason's Dominion, and usurp her Throne."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1712, 1736
There are sovereign Lords "Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct; / The Reigns of Empire but such Hands disgrace, / Where Passion, a blind Driver, guides the Race."
preview | full record— Granville, George, Baron Lansdowne (1666-1735)
Date: 1722
"When religious passions, namely, love, desire, hope and delight are exalted in the highest degree, and agitate the soul with the greatest vehemence, while reason presides as sovereign, holds the reins, and directs all their motions; this is so far from being a wild and extravagant temper of mind...
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1733-4
"And hence one Master Passion in the breast, / Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1742
"So bounded are its haughty lord's delights / To Woe's wide empire; where deep troubles toss, / Loud sorrows howl, envenom'd passions bite, / Ravenous calamities our vitals seize, / And threatening fate wide opens to devour."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)