Date: 1732, 1736

Reason may over-rule fancy

— Granville, George, Baron Lansdowne (1666-1735)

Date: 1736, 1737, 1734-1741

"We must examine every thing, as if we were a tabula rasa."

— Bayle, Pierre (1647-1706); Anonymous

Date: 1736

"But, as a Child, in Thought, chews o'er / The Sweetmeats, which he eat before; / So in his Mind Alexis keeps / The dear Impression of her Lips:"

— Duck, Stephen (1705-1756)

Date: 1736, 1743

In youth "Fancy's mimick Pow'r is warm and strong, / Engraving deeply, and retaining long"

— Wesley, Samuel, the Younger (1691-1739)

Date: 1736, 1743

"The Signet thus cast in the best-wrought Mould, / Imprints no Likeness when the Wax is cold."

— Wesley, Samuel, the Younger (1691-1739)

Date: 1736, 1737, 1759, 1744, 1771, 1773

"A female mind like a rude fallow lies; / No seed is sown, but weeds spontaneous rise."

— Ingram, Anne [née Howard; other married name Douglas], Viscountess Irwin (c. 1696-1764)

Date: 1736, 1737, 1759, 1744, 1771, 1773

"Female youth, left to weak woman's care" are "Strangers to reason and reflection made, / Left to their passions, and by them betrayed; / Untaught the noble end of glorious truth, / Bred to deceive even from earliest youth; / Unused to books, nor virtue taught to prize; / Whose mind, a savage was...

— Ingram, Anne [née Howard; other married name Douglas], Viscountess Irwin (c. 1696-1764)

Date: 1736, 1737, 1759, 1744, 1771, 1773

"As well might we expect, in winter, spring, / As land untilled a fruitful crop should bring; / As well might we expect Peruvian ore / We should possess, yet dig not for the store: / Culture improves all fruits, all sorts we find, / Wit, judgement, sense--fruits of the human mind."

— Ingram, Anne [née Howard; other married name Douglas], Viscountess Irwin (c. 1696-1764)

Date: 1737

"Whatever fancy paints, invention pours, / Judgment digests, the well tuned bosom feels, / Truth natural, moral, or divine, has taught, / The virtues dictate, or the Muses sing."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1737

"Lend me the plaint, which, to the lonely main, / With memory conversing, you will pour, / As on the pebbled shore you, pensive, stray"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)