Date: 1689

"So the Philosopher would needs be blind, / T' improve the nobler Eye-sight of his Mind, / Not to mean earthly Opticks be confin'd."

— Goodall, Charles (1671-1689)

Date: 1689

"For Vertue in a Woman's Breast / Seldom by Title is possest, / And is no Tenant, but a wand'ring Guest."

— Cotton, Charles (1630-1687)

Date: 1689

"The state of nature has a law of nature to govern it, which obliges every one: And reason, which is that law, teaches all mankind, who will but consult it, that being all equal and independent, no one ought to harm another in his life, health, liberty, or possessions."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1689

Of certain questions "I myself can only be judge in my own conscience, as I will answer it"

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1689

Children's "bonds of subjection" are like the "swaddling clothes they are wrapt up in, and supported by, in the weakness of their infancy"and will only be loosened by age and reason

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1689

"[Y]et will any one think, that this restraint and subjection were inconsistent with, or spoiled him of, that liberty or sovereignty he had a right to, or gave away his empire to those who had the government of his nonage"

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1689, 1716

Honor is "The richest Treasure of a generous Breast, / 'That gives the Stamp and Standard to the rest."

— Montagu, Charles, 1st Earl of Halifax (1661-1715)

Date: 1689, 1716

"'What Confidence can you in them repose, / 'Who e're they serve you, all their Value lose? / 'Who once enslave their Conscience to their Lust, / 'Have lost their Reins, and can no more be Just."

— Montagu, Charles, 1st Earl of Halifax (1661-1715)

Date: 1689

"And Cain was so fully convinced, that every one had a Right to destroy such a Criminal, that after the Murther of his Brother, he cries out, 'every one that findeth me, shall slay me', so plain was it writ in the Hearts of all Mankind."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1690

"Here satiate all your fury; / Let fortune empty her whole Quiver on me, / I have a Soul, that like an ample Shield / Can take in all; and verge enough for more."

— Dryden, John (1631-1700)