Date: 1741 [1740]; continued in 1741

"The Passion I have for you, and your Obstinacy, have constrained me to act by you in a manner that I know will occasion you great Trouble and Fatigue, both of Mind and Body"

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

Date: 1741 [1740]; continued in 1741

One's mind may be "big with some important Meaning"

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

Date: 1741 [1740]; continued in 1741

"That he might, for his own dear sake, become a Partaker, a Partner in them; and then, thought I, when we can Hand in Hand, Heart in Heart, one Spirit, as well as one Flesh, join in the same Closet, in the same Prayers and Thanksgivings, what an happy Creature shall I be!"

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

Date: 1741

"Says Body to Mind, ''Tis amazing to see, / We're so nearly related yet never agree, / But lead a most wrangling strange sort of life, / As great plagues to each other as husband and wife.'"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1741

In "th' extended Scene of humane Race," Thoughts were "as various [as] was the Face"

— Ogle, George (1704-1746)

Date: 1741

"[F]ly for ever from my Sight, lest I stamp Deformity on every Limb, and make thy Body as hideous as thy Soul"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1741

"Without Memory the Soul of Man would be but a poor destitute naked Being, with an everlasting Blank spread over it, except the fleeting ideas of the present Moment."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1741

"What tho' you damn one Offspring of his Brain? / Prolific Dullness quickly spawns again: / This Monster crush'd, another strait appears, / Head after Head the sprouting Hydra rears"

— Duck, Stephen (1705-1756)

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: 1741-2

"When no malignant fever fires the brain, / And health luxuriant revels in each vein, / Tho' sunk in sloth, from all diseases free, / In dropsies, you will run to Reeve or Lee."

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)