Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]

"As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd, / He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind, / Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art, / An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"But wasting Cares lay heavy on his Mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"A brave Mind however blinded with Passion is sensible of Remorse as soon as the injur'd Object presents itself; and Paris never behaves himself ill in War, but when his Spirits are depress'd by the Consciousness of an Injustice."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Pensive he sate; for all that Fate design'd, /Rose in sad Prospect to his boding Mind. / Thus to his Soul he said."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"The Soul, in which the Mind was lodg'd, was suppos'd exactly to resemble the Body in Shape, Magnitude, and Features; for this being in the Body as the Statue in its Mold, so soon as it goes forth is properly the Image of that Body in which it was enclos'd."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"He weighs everything in the balance of Reason; he sets before himself the Baseness of Flight, and the Courage of his Enemy, till at last the thirst of Glory preponderates all other Considerations."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715

"Thy gentle Temper, / Is form'd with Passions mixt in due Proportion, / Where no one overbears nor plays the Tyrant, / But join in Nature's Business, and thy Happiness: / While mine disdaining Reason and her Laws, / Like all thou can'st imagine wild and furious, / Now drive me head-long on, now w...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"My Soul is up in Arms, my injur'd Honour, / Impatient of the Wrong, calls for Revenge."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"The Man's Passion is now at the Top, and Things cannot long stand at the Top; it is an old Observation I have made, that when the Pot boils over, it cools it self:--But then the Fat's all in the Fire--Ay! that is not as it shou'd be--she shou'd encourage him a little, or the hot Fit will be over...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Give me that solid one; I hate your thin and unsubstantial Soul, that every small Assault of Fortune breaks through, and makes ridiculous Mirth, or Sorrow; give me a Soul, a Humour that's in Grain, not one that fades like Colours in the Sun, and changes like your Cheeks; now Pale, now Red, and t...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)