Date: 1715

"Can hateful Envy, that uneasie Guest / Of vulgar Souls, invade the Royal Breast, / And rob great Saul himself of Peace and Rest?"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1715

"The Poet is in the right to say, that the Mind is a Part of Man: for it is, indeed, the informing, but not an assisting Part, as a Mariner in a Ship, and a Coachman in his Box, as the Academicks believ'd."

— Lucretius Carus, Titus (94 B.C.- ca. 49 B.C.); Creech, Thomas (1659-1700)

Date: April 13, 1715

"Then do ten Thousand Ideas crowd into my Brain, and offer me Subjects for eternal Imprecations; and 'tis Forty to One if I don't begin and rant tragically to my self in some of Lee's or Otway's Elegancies."

— Theobald, Lewis (1688-1744)

Date: 1715

I have a Thought--but wherefore said I one, / I have a thousand Thoughts all up in Arms, / Like populous Towns disturb'd at dead of Night, / That mixt in Darkness bustle to and fro, / As if their Business were to make Confusion.

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Speech was given to Man as the Image and Interpreter of the Soul: It is anime index & speculum, the Messenger of the Heart, the Gate by which all that is within issues forth, and comes into open View."

— Bulstrode, Richard, Sir (1610-1711)

Date: 1715

"Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave"

— 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"

— 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."

— 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."

— 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."

— Anonymous