Date: 1705, 1715
In Elections "A Man who must not make the least Pretence / To judge by Reason, or be rul'd by Sence"
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]
"The Mind no nobler Wisdom can attain, / Than to inspect and study all the Man: / His awful Looks confess the Race Divine; / In him the Beauties of the Godhead shine: / With Majesty he fills great Reason's Throne, / The Subject World their rightful Monarch own."
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]
The soul may become "Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey, / And only range, where they direct the Way"
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1710
"Blows only pass 'twixt Porters and their Trulls, / Where brutish Rage, instead of Reason, rules, / Those of our Rank, altho' the Cause be great, / Should scorn to jar at such a scoundrel Rate."
preview | full record— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)
Date: 1710
When passion cools, "Reason may again bear Rule"
preview | full record— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)
Date: 1711-2
A beloved may make her lover's heart a "Sov'reign Throne" and "reign unrivall'd there"
preview | full record— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)
Date: 1712, 1736
One may be a Lord but in Title, a vassal in Effect, "Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct"
preview | full record— Granville, George, Baron Lansdowne (1666-1735)
Date: 1712, 1736
There are sovereign Lords "Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct; / The Reigns of Empire but such Hands disgrace, / Where Passion, a blind Driver, guides the Race."
preview | full record— Granville, George, Baron Lansdowne (1666-1735)
Date: 1712, 1719
"God of the Grape, I'll wisely use / Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose / Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage / My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage: / Lest to new hateful Crimes I run: / Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne, / And wretched I to open Day / The Secrets of the Night betray, / And my He...
preview | full record— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)
Date: 1713
"Imperial Reason keeps her awful Throne, / Above the Tumult reigns unmov'd alone: / At her Command intestine Discords cease, / And all th' inferiour Pow'rs lie hush'd in Peace."
preview | full record— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)