Date: April 18, 1721

"Can I not rouze the Snake that's in his Bosom, / To Sting out human Nature, and effect it?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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...

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1722

"His Words I must confess fir'd my Blood; all my Spirits flew about my Heart, and put me into Disorder enough."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: February 22, 1723

"My favours shall deface the memory / Of past afflictions: on a soul secure / In native innocence, or grief or joy / Shou'd make no deeper prints than air retains; / Where fleet alike the vulture and the dove, / And leave no trace."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"We cheat the world / With florid outside 'till we meet surprize; / Then conscience, working inward like a mole, / Crumbles the surface, and reveals the dirt / From which our actions spring."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

'Tis in vain to boast / That reason o'er the passions holds the rein, / When quite unman'd with such a tale."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"The balm of sleep / Can ne'er refresh these eyes, 'till the pale hand / Of death shall draw their curtains, and exclude / The busy buzzing swarm of stinging thoughts."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Heav'ns! at the sight of that celestial face, / Each savage passion from the soul retires; / As wolves forsake the fold, when first the sun / Flames o'er the eastern hills."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Vouchsafe thy wretched lord a last embrace; / Whose soul is ready wing'd to wait on thine."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: 1724

"But in its proper Vacuity, and being freed from these Letts and Impediments, it [the soul] would mount towards its Original, like an Eagle toward the Sun."

— Cheyne, George (1671-1743)