Date: w. 1663, 1954 publication
"Without the help and assistance of the senses [the mind] can achieve nothing more than a labourer working in darkness behind shuttered windows"
preview | full record— Locke, John (1632-1704)
Date: November 9, 1662; 1663
"Aristotle indeed affirms the Mind to be at first a meer Rasa tabula; and that these Notions are not ingenite, and imprinted by the finger of Nature, but by the latter and more languid impressions of sense; being onely the Reports of observation, and the Result of so many repeated Experiments."
preview | full record— South, Robert (1634-1716)
Date: 1664
"I suppose the body to be nothing but a statue or machine made of earth."
preview | full record— Descartes, René (1596-1650)
Date: 1664
"The parts of the blood which penetrate as far as the brain serve not only to nourish and sustain its substance, but also and primarily to produce in it a certain very fine wind, or rather a very lively and pure flame, which is called the animal spirits."
preview | full record— Descartes, René (1596-1650)
Date: 1664
"[W]e are strangers to our selves, as to the inhabitants of America"
preview | full record— Glanvill, Joseph (1636-1680)
Date: 1664
"They are moved (if I may dare to say so) like the rational creatures of the Almighty Poet, who walk at liberty, in their own opinion, because their fetters are invisible; when, indeed, the prison of their will is the more sure for being large; and instead of an absolute power over their actions,...
preview | full record— Dryden, John (1631-1700)
Date: 1664
"Their Hearts are as hard, as Iron too, / As tough, but not so cold."
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)
Date: 1664
"But swift Desires, / Transport my passions, to a Throne of Rest"
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)
Date: 1664
"Or if that Lady, in whose Breast, / My fled Heart, is lodg'd a Guest, / Will Exchange (but Oh! I fear / Her's, is stray'd, some other where) / I may Live"
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)
Date: 1664
"Come! let thy locks (whose every Hair / A willing Lover doth ensnare) / Fetter my Soul, in those soft Chaines, / Where Beauty link't with Love, remains!"
preview | full record— Bold, Henry (1627-1683)