Date: 1709, 1810

"Yet the silly wand'ring mind, / Loth to be too much confin'd, / Roves and takes her daily tours, / Coasting round the narrow shores, / Narrow shores of flesh and sense, / Picking shells and pebbles thence: / Or she sits at fancy's door, / Calling shapes and shadows to her, / Foreign visits still...

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1709, 1810

"Never, never would she [the mind] buy / Indian dust, or Tyrian dye, / Never trade abroad for more, / If she saw her native store, / If her inward worth were known / She might ever live alone."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1709

"Crown me, and call the world my own, / The gold that binds my brows could ne'er my soul confine."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1709

"With Eyes that Languish and with Conquer'd Hearts / We own your Pow'r, your Raptures, Flames and Darts: / Charm more than You."

— Gould, Robert (b. 1660?, d. in or before 1709)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"The Mind no nobler Wisdom can attain, / Than to inspect and study all the Man: / His awful Looks confess the Race Divine; / In him the Beauties of the Godhead shine: / With Majesty he fills great Reason's Throne, / The Subject World their rightful Monarch own."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"His [Man's] ranging Soul in narrow Bounds contains / All Nature's Works, o'er which in Peace he reigns."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Just so the Head of Man contains within / The Intellect, with Rays and Light Divine."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"The Senses stand around; the Spirits roam / To seize and bring the fleeting Objects home: / Thro' every Nerve and every Pore they pass."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"The Heart, the Center of the manly Breast, / Just like the Sun, in lovely Purple drest, / Diffuses all the Liquid Crimson round, / Whence Life, and Vigour, Heat and Strength abound."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"And as great Phoebus sometimes rages high, / And scorches with his Beams the sultry Sky: / So when the Heart with Rage, or flaming Ire, / Grows warm, or burns with Love's consuming Fire: / The catching Virals spread the Flames afar."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)