Date: Saturday, June 21, 1712

"[Sight] fills the Mind with the largest Variety of Ideas, converses with its Objects at the greatest Distance, and continues the longest in Action without being tired or satiated with its proper Enjoyments."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: Saturday, June 21, 1712

"For this Reason Sir Francis Bacon, in his Essay upon Health, has not thought it improper to prescribe to his Reader a Poem or a Prospect, where he particularly dissuades him from knotty and subtile Disquisitions, and advises him to pursue Studies that fill the Mind with splendid and illustrious ...

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"My Memory is pretty well stocked with Terms of Art, and I can talk unintelligibly."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

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."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1713

"Behold him now contemplating that Head, / From which long-since both Flesh, and Brains are fled; / Questioning, if that empty, hollow Bowl / Did not ere while contain the Human Soul."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1713, 1734

"You cannot say objects are in your mind, as books in your study: or that things are imprinted on it, as the figure of a seal upon wax."

— Berkeley, George (1685-1753)

Date: 1713

"But oh! my Friends, your Safety fills my Heart / With anxious Thoughts: A thousand secret Terrors, / Rise in my Soul."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"My Memory is pretty well stocked with Terms of Art, and I can talk unintelligibly."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"On Sleep intruding dost thy Shadows spread, / Thy gloomy Terrours round the silent Bed, / And croud with boading Dreams the Melancholy Head."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: July 23, 1703; 1714

"Time, I daily find, blots out apace the little Stock of my Mind, and has disabled me from furnishing all that I would willingly contribute to the Memory of that Learned Man.."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)