Date: 1741-2

"When no malignant fever fires the brain, / And health luxuriant revels in each vein, / Tho' sunk in sloth, from all diseases free, / In dropsies, you will run to Reeve or Lee."

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

Date: 1741-2

The mind's disease may (not) forever last

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

Date: 1741-2

A "wounded conscience" may throb beneath a star, and shake one's "fabric with intestine war"

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

Date: 1710

"Nor should such ruffling Storms molest / The Halcyon Smoothness of thy Breast / Doubt, Avarice, and the pale Multitude / Of greedy Harpyes, which intrude / Ev'n at our Meals, no Entrance find / On the strong Armour of your Mind, / Which You can straiten or unbend."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1719

"Try the blest Change, and quit your Gown / To share the Pleasures of the Poor; / There free from Pomp and Equipage, carouse, / Unlade your Mind of Business, and unbend your Brows."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1712

"See how my melting Passions hast and run, / Like Virgin-wax before the scorching Sun!"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

Date: 1712

"But while confin'd to this dark Cell I lie, / My captive Soul can't reach its native Sky"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

Date: 1712

"Here, even my Will's a slave to Passions made, / Passions which have its Liberty betray'd."

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

Date: 1712

One may be " to a narrow Dungeon confin'd, / A Cave that darkens and restrains [the] Mind"

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)

Date: 1712

"When first my Soul put on its fleshly Load, / It was Imprison'd in the dark Abode; / My Feet were Fetters, my Hands Manacles, / My Sinews Chains, and all Confinement else; / My Bones the Bars of my loath'd Prison grate; / My Tongue the Turn-key, and my Mouth the Gate."

— Arwaker, Edmund (c.1655-1730)