Date: 1720

"Ah! Wissin, had thy Art been so refin'd, / As with their Beauty to have drawn their Mind."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: April 18, 1721

"If this was Fancy's Work, / She draws a Picture strongly."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1723

"Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes, / Of what Materials she her Pencil makes / By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause, / And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1725

"When Friendship engraves the Image of Love, 'tis true, she proceeds by slow Degrees, But forms each Feature with the deepest Art, / And carves a lasting Image on the Heart."

— Odingsells, Gabriel (1690-1734)

Date: 1726

"Oh! I hate the wretched victors: / Fancy would fain paint their pictures."

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)

Date: 1727

"Conscience draws the Picture of the Crime in Apparition just before him, and the Reflection, not the injur'd Soul, is the Spectre that haunts him: Nor can he need a worse Tormenter in this Life; whether there is a worse hereafter, or no, I do not pretend to determine. This is certainly 'a Worm t...

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1728

"By whose fair Pencil is each Image wrought, / That teems to Birth, and burnishes to Thought?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1731

"And Reason interposing, brings in its Verdict for those Stronger Phantasms also whose Objects are durable and permanent, by means whereof the latter only seem to be Real Sensations, the former counterfeit and Fictitious Imaginations; or meer Picture and Landskip in the Soul."

— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)

Date: 1731

"For as the Mind of God, which is the Archetypal Intellect, is that whereby he always actually comprehends himself, and his own Fecundity, or the Extent of his own Infinite Goodness and Power; that is, the Possibility of all things; So all Created Intellects being being certain Ectypal Models, or...

— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)

Date: 1731

"But there are many Objects of our Mind, which we can neither See, Hear, Feel, Smell nor Taste, and which did never enter into it by any Sense; and therefore we can have no Sensible Pictures or Ideas of them, drawn by the Pencil of that Inward Limner or Painter which borrows all his Colours from ...

— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)