Date: 1700, 1705

"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil, / And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks, / And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1701

"He [Good King Bacchus] does the chaos of the head refine, / And atom-thoughts jump into words by wine"

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1701

"Their brain's so cool, their passion seldom burns; / For all's condens'd before the flame returns; The fermentation's of so weak a matter, / The humid damps the fume, and runs it all to water."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1705, 1709

"Let all her Ways be unconfin'd: / And clap your Padlock--on her Mind"

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1706

"Oh! where shall I begin? what language find / To heal the raging anguish of your mind?"

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: w. 1702-1713, 1989

"His life proves restless & his labour vain / By hurrying after Phantomes of the brain."

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: w. 1702, 1713

"Here forc'd Description is so strangely wrought, / It never stamps its Image on the Thought"

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1714 [1712, 1717]

"As on the Nosegay in her Breast reclin'd, / He watch'd th' Ideas rising in her Mind, / Sudden he view'd, in spite of all her Art, / An Earthly Lover lurking at her Heart."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)