Date: 1759

"Lady Dellwyn now delighted her Fancy with erecting a Pair of mental Scales; in One Balance placing her own newly-discovered Merits, and in the other all such Virtue as she allowed her Lord to be possessed of."

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)

Date: September 15, 1759

"In the mythological pedigree of Learning, Memory is made the mother of the Muses by which the masters of ancient Wisdom, perhaps, meant to shew the necessity of storing the mind copiously with true notions, before the imagination should be suffered to form fictions or collect embellishments; for...

— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)

Date: September 15, 1759

"Where there is no striking disparity, it is difficult to know of two which remembers most, and still more difficult to discover which read with greater attention, which has renewed the first impression by more frequent repetitions, or by what accidental combination of ideas either mind might hav...

— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)

Date: September 15, 1759

"Thus they load their minds with superfluous attention, repress the vehemence of curiosity by useless deliberation, and by frequent interruption break the current of narration or the chain of reason, and at last close the volume, and forget the passages and the marks together."

— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)

Date: 1759

"To Faith, and Reason, an impartial Friend, / He marks the Bounds, where they begin, and end; / Whilst he, to both, distinct Dominions gives, / Th'instructed Reader reasons, and believes."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Shun Comedies, where Scenes indecent stain / The youthful Mind, with Images obscene."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"No further can the Reach of human Mind / Extend, like Ocean, to its Bounds confin'd."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Seek not thus / To multiply the ills that hover round you; / Nor from the stores of busy fancy add / New shafts to fortune's quiver."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Fatal day! / More fatal e'en than that, which first beheld / This race accurs'd within these palace walls, / Since hope, that balm of wretched minds, is now / Irrevocably lost."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)