Date: 1758

"It is scandalous, that he who sweetens his Drink by the Gifts of the Bees, should, by Vice, embitter Reason, the Gift of the Gods."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1758

"They who have a good Constitution of Body, support Heats and Colds: and so they, who have a right Constitution of Soul, bear [the Attacks of] Anger, and Grief, and immoderate Joy, and the other Passions."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1758

"It is more necessary for the Soul to be cured, than the Body: for it is better to die, than to live ill."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1759

"Words are but Pictures, tru or False Designd / To Draw the Lines, and Features of the Minde"

— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)

Date: 1759

"Whence Multitudes of reverend Men and Critics / Have got a kind of intellectual Rickets, / And by th'immoderate Excess of Study / Have found the sickly Head t'outgrow the Body.

— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"Reason is to imagination as the instrument to the agent, as the body to the spirit, as the shadow to the substance."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"Poetry enlarges the circumference of the imagination by replenishing it with thoughts of ever new delight, which have the power of attracting and assimilating to their own nature all other thoughts, and which form new intervals and interstices whose void forever craves fresh food."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"Neither the eye nor the mind can see itself, unless reflected upon that which it resembles."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

"It begins at the imagination and the intellect as at the core, and distributes itself thence as a paralyzing venom, through the affections into the very appetites, until all become a torpid mass in which hardly sense survives."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: w. 1821, 1840

Poetry "reproduces the common universe of which we are portions and percipients, and it purges from our inward sight the film of familiarity which obscures from us the wonder of our being."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)