Date: 1740

"In vain with formal Laws we fence it round; Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,"

— Duck, Stephen (1705-1756)

Date: 1741 [1740]; continued in 1741

"Don't your Heart ake for me? --I am sure mine flutter'd about like a Bird in a Cage new caught."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1741 [1740]; continued in 1741

The soul "like a Mole in Earth, busy and blind, / Works all her Folly up, and casts it outward / To the World's open View"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1741

"For Thou who, faulty, wrong'st another's Fame, / Howe'er so great and dignify'd thy Name, / The Muse shall drag thee forth to publick Shame; / Pluck the fair Feathers from thy Swan-skin Heart, / And shew thee black and guileful as thou art."

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1741

"I Might give another plain Simile to confirm the Truth of this [mnemonic method]. What Horse or Carriage can take up and bear away all the various, rude and unweildy Loppings of a branchy Tree at once? But if they are divided yet further so as to be laid close, and bound up in a more uniform Man...

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1741

"He supposed that a philosopher's brain was like a great forest, where ideas ranged like animals of several kinds; that those ideas copulated and engendered conclusions; that when those different species copulate, they bring forth monsters and absurdities; that the major is the male, the minor th...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744); Arbuthnot, John (bap. 1677, d. 1735)

Date: 1741

"From the arietation and motion of the spirits in those canals proceed all the different sorts of thought."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744); Arbuthnot, John (bap. 1677, d. 1735)

Date: 1741

"My Soul is cover'd o'er with Shame, / My Heart a Cage of Birds unclean."

— Cennick, John (1718-1755)

Date: 1738, 1742

"See what obnoxious Vices still remain, / Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain."

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: 1742

"O treacherous Conscience! while she seems to sleep / On rose and myrtle, lull'd with siren song; / While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop / On headlong appetite the slacken'd rein, / And give us up to licence, unrecall'd, / Unmark'd,---see, from behind her secret stand, / The sly info...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)