Date: 1693

"Who can describe the Pleasures, which attend A fair kind She, a Bottle, and a Friend? / How they divide the Empire of our Souls, / While each with grateful Tyranny controuls"

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1693

""And tho' all Joys have left me far behind, / I'll chew the Cudd of Pleasure in my Mind, / And so at least in Thought I will be Young again."

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1693

"But thou, my Dear, hast found the only Art, / At once to Conquer and Enjoy my Heart"

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1693

"New-minted Mischeifs rumble in his brain, / Each false Stamp'd Coin is melted down again, / 'Till refin'd Fancy fix'd on Woman."

— Ames, Richard (bap. 1664?, d. 1692)

Date: 1697

"The Soul is placed in the Body like a rough Diamond and must be polish'd, or the lustre of it will never appear."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Let either side abate of their Demands, / And both submit to Reason's high Commands, / For which way ere the Conquest shall encline, / The Loss Britannia will at last be thine."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us, / And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease, / But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)