Date: 1700

"Love Fights--Love Conquers still-- / And my own Heart is his Triumphant Car."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

One may call his Senses to his aid, and "In vain Rebel," but soon he is "by ev'ry Sense betray'd"

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"O'er Sense, o'er Reason, and o'er Love it Rules, / Custom, the Guardian, and the guide of Fools."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"Whilst in my Soul Despair her Court maintains, / And with deep Pomp in solid Darkness Reigns."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700

"They cannot, no; each sigh Love's flight sustains, / O'er my own Heart in my own Breast he Reigns, / And holds too strong, my strugling Soul in Chains."

— Hopkins, John (b. 1675)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Let either side abate of their Demands, / And both submit to Reason's high Commands, / For which way ere the Conquest shall encline, / The Loss Britannia will at last be thine."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us, / And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease, / But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)