Date: 1745

"With inward eyes, and silent as the grave, / They stand collecting every beam of thought, / Till their hearts kindle with Divine delight; / For all their thoughts, like angels seen of old / In Israel's dream, come from, and go to, heaven."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Thy Thoughts are vagabonds; all outward-bound, / Mid sands, and rocks, and storms, to cruise for pleasure; / If gain'd, dear-bought; and better miss'd than gain'd."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Canst thou be silent? No; for Wit is thine; / And Wit talks most when least she has to say, / And Reason interrupts not her career."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"The body is but the house; the soul is the tenant that inhabits it; the body is the instrument; the soul the artist that directs it."

— Mason, John (1706-1763)

Date: 1746

"All the shadowy tribes of Mind / In braided dance their murmurs joined, / And all the bright uncounted powers, / Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flowers."

— Collins, William (1721-1759)

Date: 1746

Imagination may "Bring what ideas she can find / To the great storehouse of the Mind, / Where Judgement ever sits serene, / To rule the vague and sportive queen"

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: September 27, 1746

"A jealous daemon whispers in my breast."

— Hervey, John, second Baron Hervey of Ickworth (1696-1743)

Date: 1746, 1753

"The SOUL, inhabiting the Brain, or acting, where it doubtless does, immediately behind the Optic Nerves, stamps, instantaneously upon the Eye, and Eyebrow, a struck Image of conceiv'd Idea: And that in Fact it does This, and that it does it, in the very Instant of Conception, every Man must ever...

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1746, 1753

Love "'Tis like soft air, through which admitted light / Peoples pleas'd fancy, and lends shape to sight: / Yet, like that air, disturb'd, man's quiet breaks, / Tempests his reason, and his triumph shakes."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1747

"Hither beauteous Goddess move, / Leave a while th' Idalian Grove; / Once more to my transported Breast, / Come a mild, a grateful Guest; / There confirm thy pleasing Reign, / Free from Cares, and free from Pain."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)