Date: 1722
"For before the Vessel be seasoned with one kind of Liquor, it is equally capable of all, and so the Wax is indifferent to any Impression, before it is moulded and determined by a particular Seal: If the Mind be a rasa Tabula, as Aristotle would have it, then this White Paper may best be i...
preview | full record— Hartcliffe, John (1651/2-1712)
Date: 1722
"The disappointed advocate, finding she had so unexpected a support, on cooler thoughts descended to a composition, which I, without her knowledge, secretly discharged."
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: 1722
"You say this because I wrung you to the heart when I touched your guilty conscience about Judy"
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: 1722
"Have I then at last a father's sanction on my love? His bounteous hand to give and make my heart a present worthy of Bevil's generosity?"
preview | full record— Steele, Sir Richard (1672-1729)
Date: 1722
"Vertues, and Vices, are to Realms confin'd: / And, Climates give a Tincture to the Mind."
preview | full record— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)
Date: 1722
"I had now such a Load on my Mind that it kept me perpetually waking."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1722
"He repeated it afterwards several times, that he was in Love with me, and my Heart spoke as plain as a Voice, that I lik'd it."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1722
"But my own Distresses silenc'd all these Reflections, and the prospect of my own Starving, which grew every Day more frightful to me, harden'd my Heart by degrees."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1722
"The thoughts of this Booty put out all the thoughts of the first, and the Reflections I had made wore quickly off; Poverty, harden'd my Heart, and my own Necessities made me regardless of any thing."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1722
"In short, I began to think, and to think indeed is one real Advance from Hell to Heaven; all that harden'd State and Temper of Soul, which I said so much of before, is but a Deprivation of Thought; he that is restor'd to his Thinking, is restor'd to himself."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)