Date: 1691

"The Tongue is connexed by Veins to the Brain and Heart, by which Nature teacheth us, that it is to be govern'd by the Intellect, whose seat is in the head, so that it may agree with the Heart."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"It is the greatest of Dominions to rule ones self and Passions."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"He is the happy Man that can calmly wish and want, and so can I: I can sing, My mind to me a Kingdom is!"

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"No Servants on my beck attendant stand, / Yet are my Passions all at my command; / Reason within me shall sole Ruler be, / And every Sense shall wear her Livery."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"Lord of my self in Chief; when they that have / More Wealth, make that their Lord which is my Slave; / Yet I as well as they with more content, / Have in my self a Houshold-Government; / My Intellectual Soul hath there possest / The Steward's Place, to govern all the rest."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"And then the PAGES of my Soul and Sence, / Love, Anger, Pleasure, Grief, Concupiscence, / And all Affections else are taught t'obey / Like Subjects, not like Favourites, to sway."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1691

"Hunger will caper over stone Walls, I might add, over Hills set upon Hills, and therefore did I chuse in Affliction rather to make my Brains my Exchequer, than (like a Modest Gentleman) to groan under the Slavery of a Blushing Temper."

— Dunton, John (1659–1732)

Date: 1692

"I tell you, Madam, Love in my Breast is with greater difficulty remov'd, than Foreign Aids out of the distressed Kingdom they are call'd in to assist; Love has subdued me all, and I am entirely a Slave."

— Gildon, Charles (1665-1724)

Date: 1692

A "soft Enchantress of the mind" may have to resign the empire of her lover's heart

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691

"Sure I dream, or I am mad, and fansie it to be Love; Foolish Girl, recal thy banish'd Reason.--Ah! would it were no more, would I could rave, sure that would give me Ease, and rob me of the Sense of Pain; at least, among my wandring Thoughts, I should at sometime light upon Aurelian, and fansie ...

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)