Date: 1723

"Thou see'st from whence her Colours Fancy takes, / Of what Materials she her Pencil makes / By which she paints her Scenes with such Applause, / And in the Brain ten thousand Landskips draws."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"The Cells, and little Lodgings, Thou canst see / In Mem'ry's Hoards and secret Treasury; / Dost the dark Cave of each Idea spy, / And see'st how rang'd the crouded Lodgers lye; / How some, when beckon'd by the Soul, awake, / While peaceful Rest their uncall'd Neighbours take."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"Thou know'st the downy Chains that softly bind / Our slumb'ring Sense, when waiting Objects find / No Avenue left open to the Mind."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"Enormous Bacchanalian Pleasures, loose / Milesian Feasts and Luxury in Use / Among abandon'd Sibarites, were dear / To all the Natives sunk in Riot here, / As they to brutal Instincts had resign'd / Celestial Reason's Empire of the Mind."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"How does this Tyrant lord it in thy Mind? / What Symptoms of his Empire do'st thou find?"

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: 1723

"For, trust me, Love (that Inmate of the Mind) / Is very much mistaken by Mankind / For which too often is misunderstood / The sudden Rage and Madness of the Blood."

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: 1723

"Does thy Soul sicken, while thy Body's sound?"

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: 1723

"Does in thy Thought some blooming Beauty reign, / Whose strong Idea mingles Joy with Pain?"

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: 1723

"Kings of the Empire of the Soul possest, / Who sit enthron'd secure in every Breast / In Civil Strength, and Glory will encrease, / And triumph mid'st the Joys of lasting Peace."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1723

"Vice had usurp'd the Empire of his Soul."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)