Date: 1706

"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"And while he makes my Soul his Guest, / My Bosom, Lord, shall be thy Rest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1709

"Ay me! Where roves my Fancy! What kind Dreams / Crowd with sweet Violence on my waking Mind!"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1709, 1810

"Yet the silly wand'ring mind, / Loth to be too much confin'd, / Roves and takes her daily tours, / Coasting round the narrow shores, / Narrow shores of flesh and sense, / Picking shells and pebbles thence: / Or she sits at fancy's door, / Calling shapes and shadows to her, / Foreign visits still...

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"[W]hat lawless passions, / What vain desires, what vicious turns of thought / Lurk there unheeded: Bring them forth to view, / And sacrifice the rebels to his honour."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"Too strait the mansion for th'illustrious guest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"This flesh, this circling blood, these brutal powers, / Made to obey, turn rebels to the mind, / Nor hear its laws"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)