Date: 1684
"My grateful Thoughts so throng to get abroad, / They over-run each other in the crowd: / To you with hasty flight they take their way, / And hardly for the dress of words will stay."
preview | full record— Oldham, John (1653-1683)
Date: 1698
"Our own Thoughts, and those of others, do, in all our Conversations, use to come to us, clad in Words: Whence it happens, that 'tis very hard, liquidly and clearly to strip the Sense from those Words; and to consider It, and nothing but It."
preview | full record— Sergeant, John (1622-1707)
Date: 1737
"So many things freely thrown out, such lengths of unreserv'd friendship, thoughts just warm from the brain, without any polishing or dress, the very dishabille of the understanding."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1754
"Bred to think as well as speak by rote, they furnish their minds, as they furnish their houses or cloath their bodies, with the fancies of other men, and according to the mode of the age and country."
preview | full record— St John, Henry, styled first Viscount Bolingbroke (1678-1751)
Date: 1761
"A veil of wisdom and honour makes so many folds about her heart, that it is impenetrable to human eyes, even to her own."
preview | full record— Rousseau, Jean-Jacques (1712-1778); Kenrick, William (1729/30-1779)
Date: 1777
"I retire to the family of my own thoughts, and find them in weeds of sorrow."
preview | full record— Mackenzie, Henry (1745-1831)
Date: 1777
"[T]here is, methinks, a languor in your last letter--or is it but the livery of my own imagination, which the objects around me are constrained to wear?"
preview | full record— Mackenzie, Henry (1745-1831)
Date: 1782
"Alas! there are some stupid souls, formed of such phlegmatic, adverse materials, that you might sooner strike conception into a flannel petticoat--or out of one--(now keep your temper I beg, sweet Sir) than convince their simple craniums that six and seven makes thirteen."
preview | full record— Sancho, Charles Ignatius (1729-1780)
Date: September 7, 1923
"It was caparison of mind and cloud / And something given to make whole among / The ruses that were shattered by the large."
preview | full record— Stevens, Wallace (1879-1955)