Date: 1731

"Say to what friendly Aid we owe / Those Gleams that in the Mind's fair Mirror play."

— Travers, H. (f. 1730)

Date: 1731

"From what rich Fountain flow / Those ripened Beams of intellectual Day"?

— Travers, H. (f. 1730)

Date: 1731

"By whose fair Pencil is each Image wrought / That teems to Birth, and glitters into Thought"?

— Travers, H. (f. 1730)

Date: 1731

Say "How Fancy ev'ry Shape puts on, / How kindling Sparks her Form compose, / And whence that ever shining Train / That Memory or Experience shows."

— Travers, H. (f. 1730)

Date: 1731

"And whence that ever shining Train / That Memory or Experience shows"?

— Travers, H. (f. 1730)

Date: 1731

"[C]onstant Flames the Lamp of Reason fill / To light the Judgment and direct the Will."

— Travers, H. (f. 1730)

Date: 1731

"The Mind is a meer tabula rasa, originally without any Impression, Stamp or Character whatsoever, (unless we'll suppose it the same with Brutes) but capable of any, and most apt to receive the first that offers, till external Objects furnish it with distinct Ideas, and from thence ...

— Anonymous

Date: November, 1732

"Vulcan's Man ought to have had a Window in his Breast, to see what pass'd within."

— Anonymous

Date: 1734

"My free-born thoughts I'll not confine, / Though all Parnassus could be mine."

— Anonymous

Date: 1735

"He mark'd the Bounds 'tween Brutes and Men, / And KNOW THY SELF made known, / Dark Monsters fled before his Pen, / While Fancy's Mirror shone."

— Anonymous