Date: 1713

"His Passions and his Virtues lie confused, / And mixt together in so wild a Tumult, / That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: w. 1702-1713, 1989

"His life proves restless & his labour vain / By hurrying after Phantomes of the brain."

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: w. 1702, 1713

"Here forc'd Description is so strangely wrought, / It never stamps its Image on the Thought"

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1713, 1719

"Try the blest Change, and quit your Gown / To share the Pleasures of the Poor; / There free from Pomp and Equipage, carouse, / Unlade your Mind of Business, and unbend your Brows."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1713

"But just arriv'd--Absence, Mrs. Busie, has not been able to deface the Impressions of Love,--and still the Lady Myrtilla reigns in my Bosom, haunts my waking Thoughts, and is ever present in my Dreams."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"Fair Lady, show your self a generous Conqueror; and since I am taken Captive by your Charms, and bound in the Golden Chains of your Beauty, throw me not into the Dungeon of Disdain, but rather confine me in the pleasing Mansions of your Bosom; where my Heart will glory in its Captivity, and desp...

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: Jan 7 1712/13

"The Heart must be Tabula Rasa, white Paper to his Pen, soft Wax to his Seal: Let him write upon me what he pleaseth, and make what Impressions he pleaseth upon me."

— Henry, Matthew (1662-1714)

Date: 1713

"The hero's presence deep impression makes; / The scenes his soul and body re-unite / Furnish a voice, produce him to the sight."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

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

"There is an infinity of past and present shapes and motions that enter into the efficient cause of my present writing"

— Leibniz, Gottfried Wilhelm (1646-1716)