Date: 1712

"She [the soul] can her airy Train of Forms disband, / And makes new Levées at her own Command."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1712

"She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: Saturday, June 28, 1712

"By this means they awaken other Ideas of the same Sett, which immediately determine a new Dispatch of Spirits, that in the same manner open other Neighbouring Traces, till at last the whole Sett of them is blown up, and the whole Prospect or Garden flourishes in the Imagination."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Your soul (continued he) being at liberty to transport herself with a thought wherever she pleases, may enter into the Pineal Gland of the most learned philosopher, and, being so placed, become spectator of all the ideas in his mind, which would instruct her in a much less time than the usual me...

— Berkeley, George (1685-1753)

Date: 1713

"Ah! Cruel Nymph! to whom is giv'n /A Form more bright, more proud than Heav'n; / Whose scornful Soul, and haughty Breast, / Disdain to make a God their Guest."

— Smith, John (fl. 1713)

Date: w. 1702, 1713

"Fair Ideas in full Glory shine, / Eternal Models of exalted Parts, / The Pride of Minds, and Conquerors of Hearts."

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1713

"The cautious Virgin, ignorant of Man, / No Glances threw, nor exercis'd the Fan, / Found Love a Stranger to her easie Breast, / And 'till the Wedding Night--enjoy'd her Rest."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"Falsly, the Mortal Part we blame / Of our deprest, and pond'rous Frame, / Which, till the First degrading Sin / Let Thee, its dull Attendant, in, / Still with the Other did comply, / Nor clogg'd the Active Soul, dispos'd to fly, / And range the Mansions of it's native Sky."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1714

"If Pity dwells within your noble Breast, / (As sure it does) oh speak not to me thus!"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Time presses, and a thousand crowding Thoughts / Break in at once; this Way and that they snatch, / They tear my hurry'd Soul. All claim Attention, / And yet not one is heard."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)