Date: 1759

"So Thoughts, when become too common, should lose their Currency; and we should send new metal to the Mint, that is, new meaning to the Press."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1760

"Sudden my verses take the rude alarm, / New-coin'd, and from the mint of fancy warm"

— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)

Date: 1760-7

"Honours, like impressions upon coin, may give an ideal and local value to a bit of base metal; but Gold and Silver will pass all the world over without any other recommendation than their own weight."

— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)

Date: January 12, 1760

"To fix deeply in the mind the principles of science, to settle their limitations, and deduce the long succession of their consequences; to comprehend the whole compass of complicated systems, with all the arguments, objections, and solutions, and to reposite in the intellectual treasury the numb...

— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)

Date: 1762

"The pleasure of a train of ideas, is the most remarkable in a reverie; especially where the imagination interposes, and is active in coining new ideas, which is done with wonderful facility."

— Home, Henry, Lord Kames (1696-1782)

Date: 1764, 1773

"Restore thy dear idea to my breast, / The rich deposit shall the shrine secure."

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)

Date: 1764

"Now Melancholy Thoughts possess the Mind, / With Ghosts and Goblins in the Fancy coin'd."

— Sutton, Oswin (fl. 1764)

Date: 1765, 1770

"These baseless structures, fictions light and vain, / Coin'd in the foldings of an idle brain, / To their absurd inventors I resign, / They are not in the Church's creed, or mine."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1766

"And let me tell you, Sir, that I give you no small treasure, she has been celebrated for beauty it is true, but that is not my meaning, I give you up a treasure in her mind."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1766

"Gen'rous bosoms, more than gems of gold, / Rich funds of morals, knowledge, sense, unfold; / Transmitting each, to each, the rising store, / For wisdom's plants, while cropping, flourish more, A magic circle! whose enchanted round, / Admits no fiend to tread the hallow'd ground."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)