Date: 1718
" His Heart is made Thy Altar, whence / To Heav'n arise pure Flames of holy Fire"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718 [first published 1684-1694]
"And not our Houses alone, when (as SOPHOCLES has it) they stand long untenanted, run the faster to ruine, but Mens natural parts lying unemployed for lack of Acquaintance with the World, contract a kind of filth or rust and craziness thereby."
preview | full record— Plutarch (c. 46-120)
Date: 1719
"During the long Time that Friday has now been with me, and that he began to speak to me, and understand me, I was not wanting to lay a Foundation of religious Knowledge in his Mind."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1719, 1720
"For, says he, PUNS are like so many Torch-Lights in the Head, that give the Soul a very distinct View of those Images, which she before seemed to groap after as if she had been imprisoned in a Dungeon."
preview | full record— Sheridan, Thomas (1687-1738)
Date: 1718, 1719
"When young, Unskilful of the World's false Arts, / Careless w'unlock to ev'ry Guest our Hearts"
preview | full record— Pack, Richardson (1682-1742)
Date: 1720
"Large is my forehead made, not wond'rous fair, / But room enough for all the Muses there."
preview | full record— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)
Date: w 1710, 1720
"Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls / Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals."
preview | full record— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)
Date: April 18, 1721
"He's gone, and now / I must unsluice my overburden'd Heart, / And let it flow."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1721
"Her Mind well suited the fair Cabinet that contained it; she was humble, generous, unaffected, yet learned, wise, modest, and prudent above her Years or Sex; gay in Conversation, but by Nature thoughtful; had all the Softness of a Woman, with the Constancy and Courage of a Hero: In fine, her Sou...
preview | full record— Aubin, Penelope (1679?-1731?)
Date: 1722
"Furnish'd with nothing but a faithless Breast, / Where only filthy Lusts and Passions dwell, Like Dirt and Cobwebs in a Hermet's Cell."
preview | full record— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)