Date: 1743

"We hang one jingling padlock on the mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1744

"I shall, having now crack'd the Shell of my Spleen against the Town, come to the Kernel of Reason, and present 'em this little sweet Nut of theirs, worm-eaten to the Sight, imbitter'd to their Taste, and abhorr'd to their Imaginations, as Shakespear terms it."

— Garrick, David (1717-1779)

Date: 1744

"We wish our names eternally to live: / Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought / Had not our natures been eternal too."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"To store up treasure with incessant toil,-- / This is man's province, this his highest praise, / To this great end keen Instinct stings him on. / To guide that Instinct, Reason! is thy charge; / 'Tis thine to tell us where true treasure lies."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Yet still, through their disgrace [the passions'], no feeble ray / Of greatness shines, and tells us whence they fell: / But these (like that fallen monarch [Adam] when reclaim'd) / When Reason moderates the rein aright, / Shall re-ascend, remount their former sphere, / Where once they soar'd il...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"This all-pervading, this all-conscious soul, / This particle of energy Divine, / Which travels Nature, flies from star to star, / And visits gods, and emulates their powers, / For ever is extinguish'd"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"In the coarse drudgeries and sinks of Sense, / Your souls have quite worn out the make of Heaven, / By vice new-cast, and creatures of your own."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Can such a soul contract itself, to gripe / A point of no dimension, of no weight?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Death, and his image rising in the brain, / Bear faint resemblance; never are alike: / Fear shakes the pencil; Fancy loves excess; / Dark Ignorance is lavish of her shades: And these the formidable picture draw."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"When I behold a genius bright and base, / Of towering talents, and terrestrial aims; / Methinks I see, as thrown from her high sphere, / The glorious fragments of a soul immortal, / With rubbish mix'd, and glittering in the dust."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)