Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one, / Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive, / Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give: / Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth, / Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1706

"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1714, 1735

" What cruel Dæmon haunts my tortur'd Mind? / Sure, if 'twere Love, I shou'd th'Invader find;"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: 1733

"Virtue's exempt from quartering fears. / Shall then arm'd phancies fiercely drest / Live at discretion in your breast?"

— Green, Matthew (1696-1737) [pseud. Peter Drake, a Fisherman of Brentford]

Date: 1737

"Such black designs are strangers to our breast."

— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)

Date: 1773

"Let gladness dwell in every heart, / And praise on every tongue."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Beware of all, guard every part, / But most, the traitor in thy heart."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"At this still hour the self-collected soul / Turns inward, and beholds a stranger there / Of high descent, and more than mortal rank."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Hail to pleasure's frolic train; / Hail to fancy's golden reign; / Festive mirth, and laughter wild, / Free and sportful as the child; / Hope with eager sparkling eyes, / And easy faith, and fond surprise: / Let these, in fairy colours drest, / Forever share my careless breast; / Then, tho' wise...

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)