Date: 1600

"So, with two seeming bodies but one heart, / Two of the first -- like coats in heraldry, / Due but to one and crownèd with one crest."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1600

"The lunatic, the lover, and the poet / Are of imagination all compact."

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1602, 1623

One's soul may dispute with his sense, and one's eyes may wrangle with his reason

— Shakespeare, William (1564-1616)

Date: 1742

"So should all speak: so Reason speaks in all. / From the soft whispers of that god in man, / Why fly to Folly, why to Frenzy fly, / For rescue from the blessing we possess?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"The soul is on a rack; the rack of rest, / To souls most adverse; action all their joy."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Not the gross act alone employs her pen; / She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band, / A watchful foe! the formidable spy, / Listening, o'erhears the whispers of our camp; / Our dawning purposes of heart explores, / And steals our embryos of iniquity."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Our freedom chain'd; quite wingless our desire; / In sense dark-prison'd all that ought to soar / Prone to the centre; crawling in the dust; / Dismounted every great and glorious aim; / Embruted every faculty divine; / Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Warnings point out our danger; gnomons, time: / As these are useless when the sun is set; / So those, but when more glorious Reason shines. / Reason should judge in all; in Reason's eye, / That sedentary shadow travels hard."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Thoughts disentangle, passing o'er the lip; / Clean runs the thread; if not, 'tis thrown away / Or kept to tie up nonsense for a song; / Song, fashionably fruitless; such as stains / The fancy, and unhallow'd passion fires; / Chiming her saints to Cytherea's fane."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Good sense will stagnate. Thoughts shut up want air, / And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)