Date: w. 1682, 1702

Chastity may "tincture Humane Hearts with holy Awe, / And deeply there engrave the Royal Law"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1712, 1796

"He special care would of his safety take, / Both for his own, and for his father's sake, / Whose well-deservings of him, he should find, / Were deeply graven in a grateful mind."

— Ellwood, Thomas (1639-1713)

Date: 1723

"Having thus cleaned and polish'd the Soul, it becomes a pure Tabula Rasa, fit for the best or worst Impressions."

— Marana, Giovanni Paolo (1642-1693); Anonymous [William Bradshaw (fl. 1700) or Robert Midgley (1655?-1723)?]

Date: 1729

"The Brain of a Child, newly born, is Charte Blanche; and, as you have hinted very justly, we have no Ideas, which we are not obliged for to our Senses."

— Mandeville, Bernard (bap. 1670, d. 1733)

Date: 1729

"But as the first Images are lost, so they are continually succeeded by new ones; and the Brain at first serves as a Slate to Cypher, or a Sampler to work upon."

— Mandeville, Bernard (bap. 1670, d. 1733)

Date: 1738, 1739

"The Mind, a Blank, when Life begins to flow, / But without Knowledge capable to know, / The God of Nature to our Care commits; / As to the Press we send th' unsully'd Sheets."

— Bancks, John (1709-1751)

Date: 1738, 1739

"And as with Milton's Numbers, or with mine, / Those Sheets come forth, as Corbet may enjoin; / So Education on the Mind imprints / Sublime Ideas, or low trivial Hints."

— Bancks, John (1709-1751)

Date: 1744

"[T]he charming image of a city's brightest ornament" may be engraven on the heart by "the god of love ... in characters too indelible ever to be erased"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1744

"Burn this paper, I conjure you, the moment you have read it; but lay the contents of it up in your heart never to be forgotten."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1782

"Oh! lads, beware the month of May;--for you blest girls--nature decked out--as in a birth-day suit--courts you with all its sweets--where-e'er you tread--the grass and wanton flowerets fondly kiss your feet--and humbly bow their pretty heads--to the gentle sweepings of your under-petticoats--the...

— Sancho, Charles Ignatius (1729-1780)