Date: 1763

"I know not, madam, what I either hear or see, a thousand things are crowding on my imagination; while, like one just wakened from a dream, I doubt which is reality, which delusion."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1763

"No--'tis the tale which angry Conscience tells, / When She with more than tragic horror swells / Each circumstance of guilt; when stern, but true, / She brings bad actions forth into review; / And, like the dread hand-writing on the wall, / Bids late Remorse awake at Reason's call, / Arm'd at al...

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"But behold, this soul of thought frequently has the ascendancy over the animal soul. The thinking soul orders its hands to grasp, and they grasp. It does not tell its heart to beat, its blood to run, its chyle to form; all these things happen without it: so here we have two perplexed souls which...

— Arouet, François-Marie [known as Voltaire] (1694-1778)

Date: 1764

"Have I well weigh'd the great, the noble part / I'm now to play? have I explored my heart, / That labyrinth of fraud, that deep, dark cell, / Where, unsuspected, e'en by me, may dwell / Ten thousand follies?"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"[I]n his breast, / Crowded with follies, Honour found no room"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: January, 1764; 1774

Genius "Turns rebel to dame reason's throne / And holds no judgment like his own."

— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)

Date: w. 1764, published 1820

"O Peace of mind, thou lovely guest, / Thou softest soother of the breast, / Dispense thy balmy store."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1765 [1764]

"I have often suspected Isabella's indifference to my son: a thousand circumstances crowd on my mind that confirm that suspicion."

— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)

Date: 1765 [1764]

"No, Bianca; his heart was ever a stranger to me--but he is my father, and I must not complain."

— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)

Date: 1765

"O God, to what a pitch are wrought / The councils of omniscient thought."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)