Date: January 6, 1716
"As self-love is an instinct planted in us for the good and safety of each particular person, the love of our country is impressed on our minds for the happiness and preservation of the community."
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Date: March 30, 1716
"It often happens, that extirpating the love of glory, which is observed to take the deepest root in noble minds, tears up several virtues with it"
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Date: 1717
"These Instances, which true in Fact we find, / Apply we to the Culture of the Mind."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1717
"This Soil, in early Youth improv'd with Care, / The Seeds of gentle Science best will bear"
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1718
"Knowledge Divine they by degrees bestow'd, / And with blest Seed your Heart industrious sow'd, / Whence verdant Issues soon began to shoot; / A Bloom ensu'd, that promis'd generous Fruit."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718
"Drawn by their Pray'r, from Heav'n descending Dews / Cheer the fair Plant, and Heat Divine infuse: / While watchful they destroy'd the springing Weeds, / Baneful to Virtue, which our Bosom breeds, / Nature's spontaneous Growth, that no Assistant needs."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718
"A Blow of Virtues, all of heav'nly Kind, / Mingled their Beauties, and adorn'd your Mind."
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Date: 1718
"You from your Breast must root Religion's Weed, / Not only sin, but disbelieve your Creed."
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Date: 1718
"May not this cheering Breath, this soothing Air, / Nourish too fast Vain-Glory's secret Root, / And make its rank pernicious Branches shoot, / Till on your Mind they baneful Blossoms spread, / And drop malignant Dews on Virtue's tender Head?"
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)
Date: 1718 [first published 1684-1694]
"For sottish ease, and a life wholly sedentary and given up to Idleness, spoils and debilitates, not only the Body but the Soul too: And as close Waters shadowed over by bordering Trees, and stagnated in default of Springs, so supply current and motion to them become foul and corrupt; so methinks...
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