Date: 1700
"E'er since which time, unhappy Lovers see, / Their Passion ne'er can be from Tempests free / It Ebbs and Flows, unfixt, not long the same, / A rowling Ocean of tumultuous Flame."
preview | full record— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us, / And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)