Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one, / Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed, / Will starve the Members, and distract the Head."
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Date: 1700, 1705
"Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive, / Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give: / Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth, / Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth."
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Date: 1701
"He [Good King Bacchus] does the chaos of the head refine, / And atom-thoughts jump into words by wine"
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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."
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Date: 1701
"And if a bottle does their brains refine, / It makes their wit as sparkling as their wine."
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Date: 1701
"No man was ever yet so void of sense, / As to debate the right of self-defence; / A principle so grafted in the mind, / With nature born, and does like nature bind."
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Date: 1701
"Nor can this right be less when national; / Reason which governs one, should govern all."
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Date: 1702
"Vice is a Thief, a Traytor in the Mind, / Assassinates the Vitals of Mankind."
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Date: 1704
"Those Ancient Men of Genius who rifled Nature by the Torch-Light of Reason even to her very Nudities, have been run a-ground in this unknown Channel; the Wind has blown out the Candle of Reason, and left them all in the Dark."
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