Date: January 16, 1719

"No, Madam, I say, not that I mean to use my Power, I tell you only what it is, my Heart has broke your Chain, I claim no Right over you."

— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)

Date: 1719

"In you he liv'd, with yours his Soul was mixt, / As meeting Streams that flow promiscuous on."

— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)

Date: 1719

"Pensive and pale desponding / Albion sate, / And hourly waited her impending Fate; / 'Till George arose, in every Grace design'd, / To stop the Ruin, and defend Mankind, / To break the Fetters which our selves had wrought, / And free from Bondage the aspiring Thought."

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: 1719

"My soul is like a wilderness, / Where beasts of midnight howl; / There the sad raven finds her place, / And there the screaming owl."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1719, 1720

"For, says he, PUNS are like so many Torch-Lights in the Head, that give the Soul a very distinct View of those Images, which she before seemed to groap after as if she had been imprisoned in a Dungeon."

— Sheridan, Thomas (1687-1738)

Date: 1719

"Hard was his Heart, inclos'd in Folds of Brass, / Who in a feeble Bark first boldly try'd / The Watry Path and Region of the Seas, /And adverse Winds and swelling Waves defy'd"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1718, 1719

"Fancy not Reason rules our wayward Mind"

— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)

Date: 1718, 1719

"When young, Unskilful of the World's false Arts, / Careless w'unlock to ev'ry Guest our Hearts"

— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)

Date: 1718, 1719

When young "Careless w'unlock to ev'ry Guest our Hearts"

— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)

Date: 1719

I struggled with the Power of my Imagination, reason'd myself out of it, as I believe People may always do in like Cases, if they will; and, in a Word, I conquer'd it

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)