Date: September 10, 1726

"These united Images do sometimes separate from each other with the same facility they had joined, just like the fashionable way of marrying among the Quality; at other times, they maintain themselves in their Union, like poor Folks, without ever getting asunder; especially when this Union is the...

— Arbuckle, James (d. 1742)

Date: September 10, 1726

"In this last Case one Image of this sort never appears without its whole Retinue; and if a straggling one, in its progress thro' the Brain, chances to strike any of this Chain, all the others will appear, and chime to the last link. These sorts of Chains are what we call Habits; the Temper and P...

— Arbuckle, James (d. 1742)

Date: September 17, 1726

"This Train of Images continually revolv'd in our young Parson's Brain; and to preserve them from being jostled out by any intruding Foreigners, who might dispossess the Original Orthodox Inhabitants, the first Link of the Chain was rivetted by Pride, and the two last closed up by those two insep...

— Arbuckle, James (d. 1742)

Date: 1727

"The common Fluency of Speech in many Men, and most Women, is owing to a Scarcity of Matter, and a Scarcity of Words; for whoever is a Master of Language, and hath a Mind full of Ideas, will be apt, in speaking, to hesitate upon the Choice of both; whereas common Speakers have only one Set of Ide...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)

Date: 1735

"Imagination, Fancy, and Invention, they are wholly Strangers to, nor have any Words in their Language by which those Ideas can be expressed; the whole Compass of their Thoughts and Mind, being shut up within the two forementioned Sciences"

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)

Date: 1739

"But though self-int'rest follow virtue's train! / Yet selfish think not virtue's end is gain!"

— Nugent, Robert [or Craggs] (1702-1788)

Date: 1739

"Fraud, rapine, murder, guilt's long horrid train, / Distracted nature's anarchy maintain."

— Nugent, Robert [or Craggs] (1702-1788)

Date: 1739

"The Sense but to have sav'd that wond'rous Man, / Is still a smiling Cherub in my Breast, / And whispers Peace within."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)