Date: 1743
"No; in pity sent, / To melt him down, like wax, and then impress, / Indelible, Death's image on his heart; / Bleeding for others, trembling for himself."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1743
"Passion, blind Passion, impotently pours / Tears that deserve more tears, while Reason sleeps, / Or gazes, like an idiot, unconcern'd, / Nor comprehends the meaning of the storm."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1743
"Though grey our heads, our thoughts and aims are green; / Like damaged clocks, whose hand and bell dissent; / Folly sings six, while Nature points at twelve."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1743
"Your learning, like the lunar beam, affords / Light, but not heat; it leaves you undevout, / Frozen at heart, while speculation shines."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1743
"Th'all-rev'renc'd Leader call'd a wily Mind, [...] Now, stript and naked, skimm'd th'eternal Space, / Anxious for Office, and in Wait, for Place."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1743
"We hang one jingling padlock on the mind"
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1744
"I shall, having now crack'd the Shell of my Spleen against the Town, come to the Kernel of Reason, and present 'em this little sweet Nut of theirs, worm-eaten to the Sight, imbitter'd to their Taste, and abhorr'd to their Imaginations, as Shakespear terms it."
preview | full record— Garrick, David (1717-1779)
Date: 1744
"[O]ne would fancy he had chang'd his very Mind too, or, at least, made him leave his Memory in pawn, for the Overplus of Pride he has lent him"
preview | full record— Ralph, James (1705-1762); original author: Thomas Tomkis (f. 1604-1615)
Date: 1744
"We wish our names eternally to live: / Wild dream! which ne'er had haunted human thought / Had not our natures been eternal too."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1744
"To store up treasure with incessant toil,-- / This is man's province, this his highest praise, / To this great end keen Instinct stings him on. / To guide that Instinct, Reason! is thy charge; / 'Tis thine to tell us where true treasure lies."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)