Date: 1737

""Alas, my soul! thou pleasing companion of this body, thou fleeting thing that art now deserting it! whither art thou flying? to what unknown scene? all trembling, fearful, and pensive! what now is become of thy former wit and humour? thou shalt jest and be gay no more."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1737

"Such black designs are strangers to our breast."

— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)

Date: 1737

"My Mind resumes the thread it dropt before; / Thoughts, which at Hyde-Park-Corner I forgot, / Meet and rejoin me, in my pensive Grott. "

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1737, 1743

"The People all running to the Capital City, is like a Confluence of all the Animal Spirits to the Heart; a Symptom that the Constitution is in Danger."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: January 1739

"The mind is a kind of theatre, where several perceptions successively make their appearance; pass, repass, glide away, and mingle in an infinite variety of postures and situations."

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: 1739

The mind's "elect interpreter" is "the Tongue"

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1739

The [soul?] may be taught by the brain instead of the breast

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1739

"But though self-int'rest follow virtue's train! / Yet selfish think not virtue's end is gain!"

— Nugent, Robert [or Craggs] (1702-1788)

Date: 1739

"Fraud, rapine, murder, guilt's long horrid train, / Distracted nature's anarchy maintain."

— Nugent, Robert [or Craggs] (1702-1788)

Date: 1727, 1739

"My Heart, no Stranger to the Guest [Love], / Flutter'd, and labour'd in my Breast"

— Broome, William (1689-1745); Hesiod