Date: 1715
"Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave"
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)
Date: 1716
"Joyn Sense and Reason, and Experiment unto Speculation, and so give life unto Embryon Truths, and Verities yet in their Chaos"
preview | full record— Browne, Sir Thomas (1605-1682)
Date: 1716
"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."
preview | full record— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)
Date: 1716
"Led on by Reason, that blind Guide o'th'Mind. / Thro Labyrinths of Thought, and envious Ways, / It will conduct you to the fatal Place, / And leave you there."
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1716
"As by Rebellion Subjects oft become / Lords of their Monarch, and pronounce his Doom: / So Reason, to your wicked Nature join'd, / Rebels 'gainst Faith, whose Slave it was design'd."
preview | full record— Anonymous
Date: 1717
"Yet he no rustic clownishness profest, / Nor was soft love a stranger to his breast"
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: January 16, 1717
"Madam, excuse this Absence of Mind; my animal Spirits had deserted the Avenues of my Senses, and retired to the Recesses of the Brain, to contemplate a beautiful Idea. I could not force the vagrant Creatures back again into their Posts, to move those Parts of the Body that express Civility."
preview | full record— Gay, John (1685-1732); Pope, Alexander (1688-1744); Arbuthnot, John (bap. 1677, d. 1735)
Date: 1717
"Against my self my rebel Passions arm; / They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor."
preview | full record— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)
Date: 1718
"For from most Bodies, Dick, You know,/ Some little Bits ask Leave to flow; / And, as thro' these Canals They roll, / Bring up a Sample of the Whole. / Like Footmen running before Coaches, / To tell the Inn, what Lord approaches."
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1718
"A thousand little Nerves She sends / Quite to our Toes, and Fingers Ends; / And These in Gratitude again / Return their Spirits to the Brain; / In which their Figure being printed / (As just before, I think, I hinted) / Alma inform'd can try the Case, / As She had seen upon the Place. // Thus, w...
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)