Date: c. 1400

"Minde is clepid a principal my3te, for it conteneþ in it goostly not only alle þe oþer mi3tes, þot þerto alle þo þinges in þe whiche þei worchen."

— Anonymous

Date: c. 1440-1450

"Vnderstondying is þe sy3t in þe ey3e of soule, desire is þe ere & þe herying of the soule, dely3t is þe mowth & þe swelwying of þi soule, Mynde is þe nase & þe smellyng of þi soule; wyll & consent is þe felyng of þi soule."

— Anonymous

Date: 1460-70

"I am Mynde, þat in þe sowle ys / The veray fygure of þe Deyte."

— Anonymous

Date: 1500?

"Take hede of thy horse, whyche ys thy body, that he be made buxome and mylde unto the soule whyche ys hys master."

— Anonymous

Date: 1748

"And he labours hard to prove that these Ideas are not innate, but would have our Souls like a Blank Paper, a Rasa Tabula, ready to receive Ideas, but void of all; And affirms that these Ideas are the Foundation of all our Knowledge; and that they are conveyed to the Mind by external Objects."

— Anonymous [A Gentleman Late of the Temple, George Osborn]

Date: 1796

"What an abominable thing is reading? by this means, the mind is put into a hot-house and forced like a pineapple in Europe; and then produces bad fruit."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Fy! you are horrid people! we lacerate our bodies; you, your souls.---We believe that the scars on our faces add to our beauty; you consider your vices as ornaments."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Mind and body are both subdued by affliction and chains; their heads are fixed between great wooden forks, supported behind with iron cramps; not one can stir a step without the other; all walk in procession panting under the heavy fork."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Fetters are needless where the affections are rivetted by beneficent actions. Thou hast left me free, and I am thy slave for ever; with my arms in bonds, I could have escaped, but thou fetterest my heart—I will never forsake thee!"

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1796

"Come, brother, let thy soul for this once be tuned in unison with ours."

— Anonymous; Kotzebue (1761-1819)