Date: 1742

"God beholds all souls bare, and stripped of these corporeal vessels, bark, and filth."

— Marcus Aurelius Antoninus (121-180), Francis Hutcheson (1694-1746), and James Moor (bap. 1712, d. 1779)

Date: 1742, 1777

"The heart, mean while, is empty of all enjoyment: And the mind, unsupported by its proper objects, sinks into the deepest sorrow and dejection."

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: 1742, 1777

"With what resources is [the mind] endowed to fill so immense a void, and supply the place of all thy bodily senses and faculties?"

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: 1743, 1746

"What most diverted these torments, which kept him awake many nights and days successively, was the review of those treasures of science reposited in his memory."

— Burton, William (1703-1753)

Date: 1743

"This wings its Way to its Almighty Source, / The Witness of its Actions, now its Judge: / That drops into the dark and noisome Grave, / Like a disabled Pitcher of no Use."

— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)

Date: 1743

"Here garrulous Old Age winds up his Tale; / And jovial Youth of lightsome vacant Heart, / Whose ev'ry Day was made of Melody, / Hears not the Voice of Mirth."

— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)

Date: 1743

"Our funeral tears from different causes rise. / As if from separate cisterns in the soul, / Of various kinds, they flow."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Burn this paper, I conjure you, the moment you have read it; but lay the contents of it up in your heart never to be forgotten."

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

Date: 1744, 1753

"I believe, the Man, who has, with any moderate Degree of Carefulness, examined his own Mind, will not think the Discovery very new, that our Inclinations often stifle and render abortive Images beginning to arise in our Minds, and place others in their room"

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)

Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"For such the bounteous providence of heaven, / In every breast implanting this desire / Of objects new and strange, to urge us on / With unremitted labour to pursue / Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul, / In Truth's exhaustless bosom."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)