Date: 1700, 1717
"This Helenus to great AEneas told, / Which I retain, e'er since in other Mould: / My Soul was cloath'd; and now rejoice to view / My Country Walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew, / Rais'd by the fall: Decreed by Loss to Gain; / Enslav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1702
"The Vices common to her Sex, can find / No room, e'en in the Suburbs of her Mind."
preview | full record— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)
Date: Tuesday, June 14, to Thursday, June 16, 1709
"This way of application to gain a lady's heart, is taking her as we do towns and castles, by distressing the place, and letting none come near them without our pass."
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: From Tuesday May 30. to Thursday June 1. 1710
"In a Word, the Beauties and the Charms of Nature and of Art court all my Faculties, refresh the Fibres of the Brain, and smooth every Avenue of Thought. What pleasing Meditations, what agreeable Wanderings of the Mind, and what delicious Slumbers, have I enjoyed here?"
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: 1715
I have a Thought--but wherefore said I one, / I have a thousand Thoughts all up in Arms, / Like populous Towns disturb'd at dead of Night, / That mixt in Darkness bustle to and fro, / As if their Business were to make Confusion.
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1722
"And here indeed I have been often put upon a serious Consideration, how such a Heap of Pultis like Matter, a kind of Quag or Bog, and which as Sydenham observes, carries so little Analogy in its Form, and appears seemingly so unlikely to manage an Office of Intelligence, should yet be qualified ...
preview | full record— Turner, Daniel (1667-1741)
Date: 1737, 1743
"The People all running to the Capital City, is like a Confluence of all the Animal Spirits to the Heart; a Symptom that the Constitution is in Danger."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1743
"My Mind was like a City up in Arms, all Confusion; and every new Thought was a fresh Disturber of my Peace."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)