Date: 1690, 1694, 1695, 1700, 1706

"Though therefore it be the Mind that makes the Collection, 'tis the Name which is, as it were, the Knot, that ties them fast together."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1690, 1694, 1695, 1700, 1706

"In all these cases, Ideas in the Mind, quickly fade, and often vanish quite out of the Understanding, leaving no more footsteps or remaining Characters of themselves, than Shadows do flying over fields of Corn; and the Mind is as void of them, as if they never had been there."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1690, 1694, 1695, 1700, 1706

"The Dominion of Man, in this little World of his own Understanding, being muchwhat the same, as it is in the great World of visible things: wherein his Power, however managed by Art and Skill, reaches no farther, than to compound and divide the Materials, that are made to his Hand; but can do no...

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1690, 1694, 1695, 1700, 1706

Surveying the "Powers of our own Minds" is like fathoming "the depths of the Ocean": "'Tis of great use to the Sailor to know the length of his Line, though he cannot with it fathom all the depths of the Ocean. 'Tis well he knows, that it is long enough to reach the bottom, at such Places as are ...

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1690, 1694, 1695, 1700, 1706

"When the Ideas that offer themselves, (for as I have observed in another place, whilst we are awake, there will always be a train of Ideas succeeding one another in our Minds,) are taken notice of, and, as it were, registred in the Memory, it is Attention."

— Locke, John (1632-1704)

Date: 1691

"The Brain, which is the principle of all Sense and Motion, the Fountain of the Animal Spirits, the Chief Seat and Palace Royal of the Soul; upon whose security depends whatever Privilege belongs to us as Sensitive or Rational Creatures."

— Ray [formerly Wray], John (1627–1705)

Date: 1691

"So the bold Artist, that of You would speak / Should Patterns from Celestial Natures take; / And stamp his Soul in an Angelick Mold; Er'e he Your Vertues should attempt to' unfold."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Why weren't the Royal Regiment sent for Flanders? / With English hearts of Oak, and Horns well steel'd, / To Butt the Puny Monsieur from the Field."

— Mountfort, William (c.1664-1692)

Date: 1691

"Wisest of Beings! What we do design, / And in dark Caverns of our Breast confine"

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)

Date: 1691

"Strange frightfull Spectres o're my Mind were spread."

— Heyrick, Thomas (bap. 1649. d. 1694)