Date: 1682
"We are carry'd Up to the Heavens, and Down again into the Deep, by Turns; so long as we are govern'd by our Affections, and not by Virtue: Passion, and Reason, are a kind of Civil War within us; and as the one, or the other has Dominion, we are either Good, or Bad."
preview | full record— L'Estrange, Sir Roger (1616-1704)
Date: 1682
"Betwixt violent Passion, and a Fluctuation, or Wambling of the Mind, there is such a Difference, as betwixt the Agitation of a Storm, and the Nauseous Sickness of a Calm."
preview | full record— L'Estrange, Sir Roger (1616-1704)
Date: 1682
"There are sown the Seeds of Divine Things in Mortal Bodies. If the Mind be well Cultivated, the Fruit answers the Original; and, if not, all runs into Weeds."
preview | full record— L'Estrange, Sir Roger (1616-1704)
Date: 1682
"It may be some Question, whether such a Man goes to Heaven, or Heaven comes to Him: For a good Man is Influenc'd, by God himself; and has a kind of Divinity within him."
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Date: 1683
"Falsely they [sense and rhyme] seem each other to oppose; / Rhyme must be made with Reason's laws to close; / And when to conquer her you bend your force, / The mind will triumph in the noble course."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1683
"To Reason's yoke she quickly will incline, / Which, far from hurting, renders her divine; / But if neglected, will as easily stray, / And master Reason, which she should obey."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1683
Surprising touches and "a just method well-designed, / May leave a strong impression in the mind"
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Date: 1683
"Reason at last, by her all-conquering arts, / Reduced these savages, and tuned their hearts."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700) [Poem ascribed to]
Date: 1685
Eternal troubles may haunt an anxious mind
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1685
"These bugbears of the mind, this inward hell, / No rays of outward sunshine can dispel; / But nature and right reason must display / Their beams abroad, and bring the darksome soul to day."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)