Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil, / And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1700, 1705

"Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks, / And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1701

"He [Good King Bacchus] does the chaos of the head refine, / And atom-thoughts jump into words by wine"

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1701

"Their brain's so cool, their passion seldom burns; / For all's condens'd before the flame returns; The fermentation's of so weak a matter, / The humid damps the fume, and runs it all to water."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1702

"Love join'd their Souls, and Heav'n seal'd each Heart"

— Sedley, Sir Charles (1639-1701)

Date: 1702

When Reason's "Pow'r is Despicable grown, / And Rebel Appetites Usurp my Throne, / The Soul no longer quiet Thoughts enjoys; / But all is Tumult, and Eternal Noise."

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1702

"Nor is it easier to define / What Ligatures the Soul and Body join:"

— Pomfret, John (1667-1702)

Date: 1703

"Man in himself a little World contains / A Soul not subject or to Bonds or Chains."

— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)

Date: 1704

"My heart is melted like the wax"

— Darby, Charles (bap. 1635, d.1709)

Date: 1704, 1715

"A glitt'ring Spark the rash Prometheus stole, / And fondly stampt into a Soul"

— Brown, Thomas (bap. 1663, d. 1704)