Date: 1692
"The Passion, confess (said Church) that prevails, ranges all the Forces of Reason on it's side, so that Reason seems rather the Mercenary Servant of the Passions, than their Guide."
preview | full record— Gildon, Charles (1665-1724)
Date: 1693
"Not far remov'd before, but a new Fear, / And crowding anxious Thoughts surpriz'd 'em here."
preview | full record— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)
Date: 1693
"When sent from Heav'n a more than common Guest / Takes up his dwelling in a mortal Breast;"
preview | full record— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)
Date: 1693
"No suppliant crowds before the judge appeared; / No court erected yet, nor cause was heard; / But all was safe, for conscience was their guard."
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1693
"Why is Love then (said the Count) so irreconcilable an Enemy to Reason, that it can never cohabit with it?"
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1693
"And I wish my poor Amorous Friend here, cou'd follow this Example; but he does not only vex and torment himself to no end or purpose, but by banishing Reason, as an Enemy to his Love, depriving me of all remedies of his Distemper, in either extinguishing, or satisfying his Passion."
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1693
"Thy Wit and Beauty charm'd my panting Breast, / And first inspir'd thy Love into my heart! Which Was till then a stranger:"
preview | full record— Higden, Henry (bap. 1645)
Date: 1694
"It has caused many disputes amongst the Learned, especially Philosophers, in what part of the Body the Soul chooses to reside."
preview | full record— Aristotle [pseud.]
Date: 1694
"No solicitude in the adornation of your selves is discommended, provided you employ your care about that which is really your self; and do not neglect that particle of Divinity within you, which must survive, and may (if you please) be happy and perfect when it’s unsuitable and much inferiour Co...
preview | full record— Astell, Mary (1666-1731)
Date: 1695
"The busie Crowd fills all the labouring Brain, / Bright Fancy's Work-house, where close Cells contain / Of Forms and Images an endless Train, / Which thither thro' the waking Senses glide, / And in fair Mem'ry's Magazine abide."
preview | full record— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)