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Date: May 12, 1709
"No, Mistriss, 'tis your High-fed, Lusty, Rambling, Rampant Ladies---that are troubl'd with the Vapours; 'tis your Ratifia, Persico, Cynamon, Citron, and Spirit of Clary, cause such Swi---m---ing in the Brain, that carries many a Guinea full-tide to the Doctor."
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)
Date: May 12, 1709
"Faith, I fancy not; methinks my Heart has laid up a Stock will last for Life; to back which, I have taken a Thousand Pound upon my Uncle's Estate; that surely will support us, till one of our Fathers relent."
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)
Date: 1710, 1711
"Faith, Madam, the Cannon of Constancy is a heavy Carriage, and if I shou'd summon my Senses to a Council of War, and make Reason Judge-Advocate, 'tis odds but I raise the Siege."
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)
Date: 1712
"Oh Repose! thou Stranger to the Breasts of Lovers, when wilt thou return to bless me?"
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)
Date: 1712
"Fancy governs the Blood--and when the Imagination is cloy'd, Reason is a Slave to Appetite-- the despotic Ruler of our Souls and Bodies."
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)
Date: 1712
"[W]hen the Imagination is cloy'd, Reason is a Slave to Appetite"
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)
Date: 1712
Appetite is "the despotic Ruler of our Souls and Bodies
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)
Date: 1712
" But as the Passions of the Human Mind / Must strictly be to Nature's Laws confin'd,"
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)
Date: 1713
"My Memory is pretty well stocked with Terms of Art, and I can talk unintelligibly."
preview | full record— Gay, John (1685-1732)
Date: 1713
Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame / Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits, / And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold / --Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee / And can't get loose."
preview | full record— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)
