Date: 1702

Some Objects may "promote our Joy, are bright to the Eye, or stamp upon our Minds, Pleasure, and Self-satisfaction"

— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)

Date: 1702

When Reason's "Pow'r is Despicable grown, / And Rebel Appetites Usurp my Throne, / The Soul no longer quiet Thoughts enjoys; / But all is Tumult, and Eternal Noise."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1702

"Nor is it easier to define / What Ligatures the Soul and Body join:"

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1702

"For a Comick Poet is obliged to put off himself, and transform himself into his several Characters; to enter into the Foibles of his several persons, and all the Recesses and secret turns of their minds, and to make their Passions, their Interests, and their Concern his own."

— Dennis, John (1658-1734)

Date: 1702

"Why hangs my Heart thus heavy / Like Death within my Bosom?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it, / Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall / Make room to entertain the vast Idea."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Stop thee there, Arpasia, / And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene; / Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind / Should muster such a train of monstrous Images, / As wou'd distract me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"So was the Monarchs heart for passion moulded, / So apt to take at first the soft impression."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"My Son shall breathe so warm a gale of sighs, / As shall dissolve those Isicles, that hang / Like death about her heart."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"Whom should we seek for Friendships but those few, / Those happy few, within whose Breasts alone, / The Footsteps of lost Virtue yet remain?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)