Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us, / And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1709 [1708]
"Beautiful Looks are rul'd by fickle Minds; / And Summer Seas are turn'd by sudden Winds"
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"Tutors, like Virtuoso's, oft inclin'd / By strange transfusion to improve the mind, / Draw off the sense we have, to pour in new; / Which yet with all their skill, they ne'er could do."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"But if in noble minds some dregs remain, / Not yet purg'd off, of spleen and sour disdain; / Discharge that rage on more provoking crimes, / Nor fear a dearth in these flagitious times."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: w. c. 1709, 1711
"As on the land while here the Ocean gains, / In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; / Thus in the soul while memory prevails, / The solid pow'r of understanding fails; / Where beams of warm imagination play, / The memory's soft figures melt away."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)