Date: 1754

There is "narrow-hearted race of men, who live only for the gratification of their own lawless appetites, and consider all the rest of the world as made for themselves"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1754

"My brother, tho' in the main, above singularity, will, nevertheless, in things he thinks right, be govern'd by his own rules, which are the laws of reason and convenience."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1754

"Let [my love] be evermore circumscribed by the laws of reason, of duty"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1754

"How often has that tender bosom, whose glory it would have been to melt at another's woe, and to rejoice in acts of kindness and benevolence to her fellow-creatures, been armed by herself (not the mistress, but the slave, of her passions) not with defensive, but offensive, steel!"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1754

The "grim natives" of East-Brent were of "reason wholly void, whom instinct rules"

— Bowden, Samuel (fl. 1733-1761)

Date: 1754

Reason may rule the mind and keep her God-like seat

— Bowden, Samuel (fl. 1733-1761)

Date: 1755, 1773

"All the empire I had wanted / Then had been my shepherd's heart."

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)

Date: 1755

"Love, when permitted to reign in a tender bosom, is an absolute tyrant, requiring unconditional obedience, and deeming every instance of discretion and prudence, and even too often of virtue, an act of rebellion against its usurped authority, iii. 77. [61]."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: June, 1756

"But soul-rejoicing health again returns, / The blood meanders gentle in each vein, / The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns, / And exil'd reason takes her seat again-- / Brisk leaps the heart, the mind's at large once more, / To love, to praise, to bless, to wonder and adore."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1756

"Tho' Rome's fell Star malignant shone, / When good Eliza rul'd this State, / On English hearts she plac'd her throne, / And in their happiness her Fate, / While blacker than the Tempests of the North, / The Papal Tyrant sent his curses forth."

— Cambridge, Richard Owen (1717-1802)