Date: 1702

"The Vices common to her Sex, can find / No room, e'en in the Suburbs of her Mind."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1715

I have a Thought--but wherefore said I one, / I have a thousand Thoughts all up in Arms, / Like populous Towns disturb'd at dead of Night, / That mixt in Darkness bustle to and fro, / As if their Business were to make Confusion.

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1737, 1743

"The People all running to the Capital City, is like a Confluence of all the Animal Spirits to the Heart; a Symptom that the Constitution is in Danger."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1743

"My Mind was like a City up in Arms, all Confusion; and every new Thought was a fresh Disturber of my Peace."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)