Date: 1699, 1700
"Steel your Hearts with Honour first; then with Generous Resolution; and let Aurelia nobly guide your Steps into the Temple of Perpetual Glory"
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Date: 1699, 1700
"New Joy so crowds my Heart, I cannot bear it."
preview | full record— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
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."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us, / And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us."
preview | full record— 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."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease, / But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense, / And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is a King without a Parliament, / And Sense a Democratick Government."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys, / And Sense advanc'd is apt to Tyrannize."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1704
"Erect your schemes with as much method and skill as you please; yet, if the materials be nothing but dirt, spun out of your own entrails (the guts of modern brains), the edifice will conclude at last in a cobweb; the duration of which, like that of other spiders’ webs, may be imputed to their be...
preview | full record— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)