Date: 1700
"Or a Bartholomew-Baby Beau, newly Launch'd out of a Chocolate-House, with his Pockets as empty as his Brains."
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1700
"Here walk'd a Fellow with a long white Rod on his Shoulder, that's asham'd to cry his Trade, though he gets his Living by it; another bawling out TODD's Four Volumes in Print, which a Man in Reading of, wou'd wonder that so much Venom should not tear him to pieces, but that some of the ancient M...
preview | full record— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)
Date: 1701
"Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1701
"Confusions! Noises! That teaze Retirement, and only eccho in an empty Head."
preview | full record— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)
Date: 1703
"My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"It were unjust, no let me spare my Friend, / Lock up the fatal Secret in my Breast, / Nor tell him that which will undo his Quiet."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"'Tis well! these Solemn Sounds, this Pomp of Horror, / Are fit to feed the Frenzy in my Soul, / Here's room for Meditation, ev'n to Madness, / 'Till the Mind burst with Thinking."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1703
"Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours; / A poor imperfect Copy of my Father, / Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue, / Was thinly planted, and the idle Void / Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness; / It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1704
"Fetch me, said she, a mighty Bowl, / Like Oberon's capacious Soul."
preview | full record— King, William (1663-1712)
Date: Read 1680-1681, published 1705
"Memory then conceive to be nothing else but a Repository of Ideas formed partly by the Senses, but chiefly by the Soul it self: I say, partly by the Senses, because they are as it were the Collectors or Carriers of the Impressions made by Objects from without, delivering them to the Repository o...
preview | full record— Hooke, Robert (1635-1703)