Date: 1698
"Such Licentious Discourse tends to no point but to stain the Imagination, to awaken Folly, and to weaken the Defences of Virtue."
preview | full record— Collier, Jeremy (1650-1726)
Date: 1698
"The Matter is so Contrived that the Smut and Scum of the Thought rises uppermost; And like a Picture drawn to Sight, looks always upon the Company."
preview | full record— Collier, Jeremy (1650-1726)
Date: 1698
"Enough to mud their Fancy, to tarnish their Quality, and make their Passion Scandalous."
preview | full record— Collier, Jeremy (1650-1726)
Date: 1698
"He can't be assured the same Colours of Reason and Desire will last. Any little Accident from without may metamorphose his Fancy, and push him upon a new set of Thoughts."
preview | full record— Collier, Jeremy (1650-1726)
Date: 1698
"He is never lost in smoak and Rapture, nor overborn with Poetick Fury; but keeps his Fancy warm and his Reason Cool at the same time."
preview | full record— Collier, Jeremy (1650-1726)
Date: 1698
"This sort of Musick warms the Passions, and unlocks the Fancy, and makes it open to Pleasure like a Flower to the Sun."
preview | full record— Collier, Jeremy (1650-1726)
Date: 1698
"Now why should it be in the power of a few mercenary Hands to play People out of their Senses, to run away with their Understandings, and wind their Passions about their Fingers as they list?"
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Date: 1700
"We our selves are Figures of God, being Images of him: And what is an Image but the Figure or Sign of a Thing?"
preview | full record— Leslie, Charles (1650-1722)
Date: 1700
"Now if the Soul, which is but an Image of God, at an Infinite distance, can communicate it self to several Members, without breach of its Unity; why should it be Impossible for the Eternal and Infinite Mind to communicate it self to several Persons, without breach of its Unity; I will be bold to...
preview | full record— Leslie, Charles (1650-1722)
Date: 1713
"Away the Skilful Doctor comes / Of Recipes and Med'cines full, / To check the giddy Whirl of Nature's Fires, / If so th' unruly Case requires; / Or with his Cobweb-cleansing Brooms / To sweep and clear the over-crouded Scull, / If settl'd Spirits flag, and make the Patient dull."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)