Date: 1739
"This Empire which Reason holds over the Senses, does not make us renounce the Sweets of Praise"
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774); Miller, James (1706-1744)
Date: 1739
A woman may have one heart in subjection to her empire
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774); Miller, James (1706-1744)
Date: 1739
"Ask ye what Law their conq'ring Cause confess'd? / Great Nature's Law, the Law within the Breast, / Form'd by no Art, and to no Sect confin'd, / But stamp'd by Heav'n upon th' unletter'd Mind."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"By Personal Freedom I mean that State resulting from Virtue; or Reason ruling in the Breast superior to Appetite and Passion."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"Base Fear, the Laziness of Lust, gross Appetites, / These are the Ladders, and the groveling Footstool, / From whence the Tyrant rises on our Wrongs, / Secure and scepter'd in the Soul's Servility."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"No---in the deep and deadly Damp of Dungeons / The Soul can rear her Sceptre, smile in Anguish, / And triumph o'er Oppression."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1739
"I am all / That's left to calm, to sooth his troubled Soul, / To Penitence, to Virtue; and perhaps / Restore the better Empire o'er his Mind, / True Seat of all Dominion."
preview | full record— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)
Date: 1743
"Where had Reason the Dominion, I should have long since expell'd the little Tyrant, who hath made such Ravage there"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1745
Chiefly one Charm / He in his graceful Character observes: / That tho' his Passions burn with high Impatience, / And sometimes, from a noble Heat of Nature, / Are ready to fly off, yet the least Check / Of ruling Reason brings them back to Temper, / And gentle Softness."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)
Date: 1745
"But from my Soul to banish, / While weeping Memory there retains her Seat, / Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd, / Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming, / Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise."
preview | full record— Thomson, James (1700-1748)