Date: 1700

The "Trading Mind" must voyage over an Ocean, but "Resisting Rocks oppose th' Inquiring Soul, / And adverse Waves retard it as they Rowl."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1700, 1712

"And so our Saviour tells us, that 'whosoever committeth sin is the Servant of sin'; and this is the vilest and hardest Slavery in the World, because it is the Servitude of the Soul, the best and noblest part of our selves; 'tis the subjection of our Reason, which ought to rule and bear Sway over...

— Tillotson, John (1630-1694)

Date: 1700, 1712

"And as Inferiour Persons, when they are advanced to Power, are strangely Insolent and Tyrannical towards those that are subject to them; so the Lusts and Passions of men, when they once get the Command of them, are the most domineering Tyrants in the World; and there is no such Slave as a Man th...

— Tillotson, John (1630-1694)

Date: 1700, 1712

"For a wicked Man is a Slave to as many Masters as he hath Passions and Vices; and they are very imperious and exacting, and the more he yields to them, the more they grow upon him, and exercise the greater Tyranny over him: and being subject to so many Masters, the poor Slave is continually divi...

— Tillotson, John (1630-1694)

Date: 1700

"But yet, my Lord, we must not drink Despair; that Draught let me throw by, and dash the Goblet, urg'd by the Fiends to hinder future Blessings."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1700

"Therefore, Faith, and it's Twin-sister, Hope, must rule your Reason."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1700

"Hah, what did I say I Trembl'd, 'tis impossible, can my Heart tremble, that is steel'd with Power?"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1699, 1700

"Steel your Hearts with Honour first; then with Generous Resolution; and let Aurelia nobly guide your Steps into the Temple of Perpetual Glory"

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1699, 1700

"New Joy so crowds my Heart, I cannot bear it."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Let either side abate of their Demands, / And both submit to Reason's high Commands, / For which way ere the Conquest shall encline, / The Loss Britannia will at last be thine."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)