Date: w. 1718 [first published 1907]
"All this says Richard is but Nonsense / For whats the Will without the Conscience / That mighty Pow'r by whom the thought / Is from Kings Bench to Chanc'ry brought. / What Seat for Her have You assign'd / When She may view and sway the mind?"
preview | full record— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)
Date: 1759
"Their [pedants'] poring upon black and white too subtly / Has turn'd the Insides of their Brains to motly."
preview | full record— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)
Date: 1759
"Their [pedants'] constant overstraining of the Mind / Distorts the Brain, as Horses break their Wind / Or rude Confusions of the Things they read / Get up, like noxious Vapours, in the Head, / Until they have their constant Wanes and Fulls, / And Changes in the Insides of their Skulls."
preview | full record— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)
Date: 1772
"On his worn Pallet, now, view him reclin'd; / Terrifick Visions haunt his tortur'd Mind."
preview | full record— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)
Date: 1775
"What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul, / Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs, / By Reason's light on Resolution's wings, / Spite of her frail / companion, dauntless goes / O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's snows? "
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1775
The judgment may mend the plan drawn by fancy
preview | full record— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)
Date: 1781
"[A]ll you've said / Seems to wear Reason's stamp."
preview | full record— Keate, George (1729-1797)
Date: 1793, 1797
"Then, while each hideous image to his mind, / Rises terrific, o'er a bleeding corse / Stumbling he falls."
preview | full record— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)
Date: 1803
"He stammers,--instantaneously is drawn / A bordered piece of inspiration-lawn, / Which being thrice unto his nose applied, / Into his pineal gland the vapours glide; / And now again we hear the doctor roar / On subjects he dissected thrice before."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)
Date: 1803
"Though, when black melancholy damps my joys, / I call them nature's trifles, airy toys; / Yet when the goddess Reason guides the strain, / I think them, what they are, a heavenly train."
preview | full record— Chatterton, Thomas (1752-1770)