Date: 1700
"Or a Bartholomew-Baby Beau, newly Launch'd out of a Chocolate-House, with his Pockets as empty as his Brains."
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1700
"Here walk'd a Fellow with a long white Rod on his Shoulder, that's asham'd to cry his Trade, though he gets his Living by it; another bawling out TODD's Four Volumes in Print, which a Man in Reading of, wou'd wonder that so much Venom should not tear him to pieces, but that some of the ancient M...
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1701
"Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1701
"Confusions! Noises! That teaze Retirement, and only eccho in an empty Head."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1702
"Do you understand how your Soul ... preserves its Treasure of Ideas, to produce them at pleasure"?
preview | full record— Trotter, Catherine, later Cockburn, (1674?-1749)
Date: 1702
But if ideas "remain in the Soul when I was only thinking of a Horse, whereever they are bestow'd, it may be presum'd, there is room for that one idea more without thrusting out another to give it place: and when that one is among them, I see no more reason why they must be all new imprest, than ...
preview | full record— Trotter, Catherine, later Cockburn, (1674?-1749)
Date: 1702
"When Friends converse together Face to Face; / Then freely they Unbosom their Requests, / And treasure Secrets in each others Breasts, / As in firm Cabinets, close lock'd, where none / Can find the Key, but only each his own."
preview | full record— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)
Date: 1703
"My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"It were unjust, no let me spare my Friend, / Lock up the fatal Secret in my Breast, / Nor tell him that which will undo his Quiet."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"'Tis well! these Solemn Sounds, this Pomp of Horror, / Are fit to feed the Frenzy in my Soul, / Here's room for Meditation, ev'n to Madness, / 'Till the Mind burst with Thinking."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)