Date: 1724

"This cold clay cottage is but the soul's prison, / And death, at worst, is but a surly friend, / Who conquers to give liberty."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724, 1755

Rust may "fair endowments hide"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

Wit may be refined by reason to disengage metal from the mine [of the mind]

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1726

" For as the Face is the Index of the Mind, I am of Opinion, a Person of nice Judgment and Observation may discover a false Passion, with as much ease, as a Jeweller would distinguish the different Species of Stones (if we may call them so.)"

— Chetwood, William Rufus (d. 1766)

Date: 1727

"Death from this coarse Alloy refines the Mind."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"Ned cou'd not well digest this Change, / Forc'd in the World at large to range; / With Babel's Monarch turn'd to grass, / Wou'd it not break an Heart of Brass?"

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727

"The Doctrine of the Soul's being a Shell or Case form'd into a Shape, as a Mould is form'd into Shape to receive the Brass or Copper, and throw out a Statue or Figure of this or that Heroe, which it is appointed to form; I say, this absurd Doctrine of the Soul, Body and Mind being three distinct...

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1728

"And gold refined The sated mind, / Fastidious, turns to perfect dross."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1728

"Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine? / Can we dig peace or wisdom from the mine?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1728

Death is an "iron-hearted, and of cruel soul, / Brasen his breast, nor can he brook controul, / To whom, and ne'er return, all mortals go, / And even to immortal gods a foe"

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)