Date: 1726
" For as the Face is the Index of the Mind, I am of Opinion, a Person of nice Judgment and Observation may discover a false Passion, with as much ease, as a Jeweller would distinguish the different Species of Stones (if we may call them so.)"
preview | full record— Chetwood, William Rufus (d. 1766)
Date: 1727
"Death from this coarse Alloy refines the Mind."
preview | full record— Somervile, William (1675-1742)
Date: 1727
"Ned cou'd not well digest this Change, / Forc'd in the World at large to range; / With Babel's Monarch turn'd to grass, / Wou'd it not break an Heart of Brass?"
preview | full record— Somervile, William (1675-1742)
Date: 1727
"The Doctrine of the Soul's being a Shell or Case form'd into a Shape, as a Mould is form'd into Shape to receive the Brass or Copper, and throw out a Statue or Figure of this or that Heroe, which it is appointed to form; I say, this absurd Doctrine of the Soul, Body and Mind being three distinct...
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1728
"And gold refined The sated mind, / Fastidious, turns to perfect dross."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1728
"Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine? / Can we dig peace or wisdom from the mine?"
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1728
Death is an "iron-hearted, and of cruel soul, / Brasen his breast, nor can he brook controul, / To whom, and ne'er return, all mortals go, / And even to immortal gods a foe"
preview | full record— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)
Date: 1728
"Go, vain mistaken Man, if you would find / That golden Ore, Contentment of the Mind, / Depart from all these busy Ills of Life /And live exempt from Pride, and Noise and Strife"
preview | full record— Pattison, William (1706-1727)
Date: 1728
"Gold is the Load-stone of the Great, / And vulgar Souls must catch the glitt'ring Bait."
preview | full record— Pattison, William (1706-1727)
Date: 1728
"I think / I'ad e'en as good take up with Ink: / On second Thoughts too, 'cause 'tis black, / It seems the very thing I lack, / For I am apt to think his Soul / Is somewhat darker than a Coal."
preview | full record— Pattison, William (1706-1727)