Date: 1724

"All these Thoughts, and many more, crowded in so fast, I say, upon me, that I wanted to give Vent to them, and get rid of him, and was very glad when he was gone away"

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1724

"[S]o with my Eyes open, and with my Conscience, as I may say, awake, I sinn'd, knowing it to be a Sin, but having no Power to resist; when this had thus made a Hole in my Heart, and I was come to such a height, as to transgress against the Light of my own Conscience, I was then fit for any Wicke...

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

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)

Date: Monday, September 21, 1724

"Where shall we, now, those bright Ideas find, / That peopled Thought, from thy creating Mind?"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1725

In composition " Where chance presides, all objects wildly join'd, / Crowd on the reader, and distract his mind; / From theme to theme unwilling is he tost, / And in the dark variety is lost"

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1725

"A glorious train of images may find, / Preventing hope, and crowding on the mind."

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

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."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1727

"Adieu fond Hopes, fantastick Cares, / Ye killing Joys, ye pleasing Pains, / My Soul for better Guests prepares, / Reason restor'd, and Virtue reigns."

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: w. 1718, 1727

"Methinks as thrown upon some Fairy Land, / Amaz'd we know not how, nor where we stand; / While tripping Phantoms to the Sight advance, / And gay Ideas lead the mazy Dance."

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1727

"For I cannot agree that the Soul is in the Body, as in a Prison; but rather that, like a rich Nobleman, he is pleas'd to inhabit a fine Country Seat or Palace of his own Building, where he resolves to live and enjoy himself, and does so, 'till by the Fate of things his fine Palace being over-tur...

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)