Date: 1719

One may be "Beneath a spreading Poplar's Shade, / By no uneasy Passions press'd, (Which now in Crowds insult my Breast)"

— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)

Date: 1718, 1719

When young "Careless w'unlock to ev'ry Guest our Hearts"

— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)

Date: 1720

"Hence Superstition, that tormenting guest, / That haunts with fancy'd fears the coward breas;"

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1720

"A Thousand Transports crowd his Breast."

— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)

Date: 1720

"His Fancy still awake; the roving Guest / Usurps the Throne of Reason in his Breast: / Forms great Ideas, and religious Schemes, / A busy mime, and floats in golden Dreams."

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: January, 1719; 1720

"Still heavy, at the last my Nose / I prim'd with an inspiring Dose, / Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!) / As they'd been daft."

— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)

Date: 1722, 1726

"'Twas when the night in silent sable fled, / When chearful morning sprung with rising red, / When dreams and vapours leave to crowd the brain"

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1722

"[W]ho can tell / How each [image] awaken'd from its little cell / Starts forth, and how the soul's command it hears / And soon on fancy's theatre appears?"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"Thou know'st the secret Soul's imperial Throne / Surrounded with thick Darkness, like thy own, / Where she to all the Senses Audience gives, / Appoints their Tasks, their Messages receives, / And passes Judgement in her Sov'reign Court / On every Envoy's true or false Report / How her sole Nod...

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see / In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury; / Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy, / And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye; / How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake, / While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)