Date: 1761, 1790

"This then's the first great law by Nature giv'n, / Stamp'd on our souls, and ratify'd by Heav'n"

— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)

Date: 1761, 1790

"Such then is God, a spirit pure refin'd / From all material dross, and such the human mind."

— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)

Date: 1761, 1790

"Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight / She [the mind] looks abroad, and prunes herself for flight; / Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam / From this dull earth, and seek her native home."

— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)

Date: 1761, 1790

"Whence can this very motion take its birth? / Not sure from matter, from dull clods of earth; / But from a living spirit lodg'd within, / Which governs all the bodily machine"

— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)

Date: 1762

"With strongest confidence assert / The secret of the Lord reveal'd, / The image stamp'd upon your heart"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1767

"Stamp the pardon on our hearts"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: w. 1755, 1777

"But admitting a spiritual substance to be dispersed throughout the universe, like the ethereal fire of the Stoics, and to be the only inherent subject of thought, we have reason to conclude from analogy, that nature uses it after the same manner she does the other substance, matter."

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: w. 1755, 1777

"She [Nature] employs it [spiritual substance] as a kind of paste or clay; modifies it into a variety of forms and existences; dissolves after a time each modification, and from its substance erects a new form."

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: w. 1755, 1777

"And does any thing steel the breast of judges and juries against the sentiments of humanity but reflections on necessity and public interest?"

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: 1778

"Our sense of right and wrong, proves that we are immortal--for we cannot suppose that the Almighty would have wantonly tortured us with stings of conscience, any more than he has, the beasts of the field, if we, like them, were to perish"

— Caulfield (fl. 1778)