Date: 1722

"My Temper was touch'd before, the wretched Boldness of Spirit, which I had acquir'd, abated, and conscious Guilt began to flow in my Mind."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1722

"This honest friendly way of treating me, unlock'd all the Sluces of my Passions: He broke into my very Soul by it; and I unravell'd all the Wickedness of my Life to him: In a word, I gave him an Abridgement of this whole History."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1723

"Is not a sensual Tincture thro' your Mind / Deeply diffus'd, by which 'tis now inclin'd / Not heav'nly, but terrestrial Bliss, to chuse, / Pursue low Pleasures, and sublime refuse!"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: February 22, 1723

"For 'tis th' infirmity of noblest minds, / When ruffled with an unexpected woe, / To speak what settled prudence wou'd conceal: / As the vex'd ocean working in a storm, / Oft brings to light the wrecks which long lay calm, / In the dark bosom of the secret deep."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: 1723

"Look on the Boy, / And let his manly Face, which promiseth / Successful Fortune, steel thy melting Heart / To hold thy own, and leave thine own with him."

— Cibber, Theophilus (1703-1758)

Date: 1724

"Revenge, remorse, and love divide my soul, / Like three wild streams that rush against each other!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: Friday, July 10, 1724.

"Passion's wild Influence ebb'd, and flow'd, my Mind; / As Seas drive diff'rent, with the changing Wind."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: Monday, August 24. 1724

"Hence, that exquisite Expansion! That Liquefaction, of the Heart!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: Monday, August 24. 1724

"Vast Sea of Ecstacy, that drowns the Mind! / That fierce Transfusion of exchanging Hearts! / That gliding Glimpse of Heav'n, in pulsive Starts? / That veiny Rush! That warm, tumultuous, Roll! / That Fire that kindles Bodies into Soul!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1724

"So possible is it for us to roll ourselves up in Wickedness, till we grow invulnerable by Conscience; and that Centinel once doz'd, sleeps fast, not to be awaken'd while the Tide of Pleasure continues to flow, or till something dark and dreadful brings us to ourselves again."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)