Date: February 22, 1723
"If a single thought / Were tinctur'd with disloyalty, this hand / Shou'd pierce my heart to drive the rebel out."
preview | full record— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)
Date: 1722, 1723
"For Jesus sake, remove not my Distress, / Till free Triumphant Grace shall Reposess / The Vacant Throne; from whence my Sins Depart, / And make a willing Captive of my Heart."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1726
"Their proper country, says Philander, is the breast of a good man: for I think they are most of them the figures of Virtues."
preview | full record— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)
Date: 1729
"O man! thy fabric's like a well-form'd state; / Thy thoughts, first-rank'd, were sure design'd the great!"
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1729
"Passions plebeians are, which faction raise; / Wine, like pour'd oil, excites the raging blaze: / Then giddy anarchy's rude triumphs rise: / Then sov'reign reason from her empire flies."
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1729
"That ruler [Reason] once depos'd, wisdom and wit, / To noise and folly, place and pow'r submit."
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1731
"To have not only Reason degraded and dethroned, but even Sense it self Perverted or extinguished, and in the room, thereof boisterous Phantasms protruded from the Irrational Appetites, Passions and Affections (now grown Monstrous and Enormous) to become the very Sensations of it, by means whereo...
preview | full record— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)
Date: 1734
"This flesh, this circling blood, these brutal powers, / Made to obey, turn rebels to the mind, / Nor hear its laws"
preview | full record— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)
Date: October, 1739
"Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell, / In all her colours drest / While prompt her sallies to control, / Reason, the judge, recalls the soul / To Truth's severest test."
preview | full record— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)
Date: 1742
"While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread, / What though my soul fantastic measures trod / O'er fairy fields; or mourn'd along the gloom / Of pathless woods; or, down the craggy steep / Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; / Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, / W...
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)