Date: 1712

"Can the dissecting Steel the Brain display, / And the august Apartment open lay, / Where this great Queen still chuses to reside / In Intellectual Pomp, and bright Ideal Pride? / Or can the Eye assisted by the Glass / Discern the strait, but hospitable Place, / In which ten thousand Images remai...

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1712

"The ready Phantomes at her Nod advance, / And form the busie Intellectual Dance: / While her fair Scenes to vary, or supply, / She singles out fit Images, that lye / In Memory's Records, which faithful hold / Objects immense in secret Marks inroll'd, / The sleeping Forms at her Command awake, / ...

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1712

"What high Perfections grace the human Mind, / In Flesh imprison'd, and to Earth confin'd!"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1712

"She [the mind] draws ten thousand Landschapes in the Brain, / Dresses of airy Forms an endless Train, / Which all her Intellectual Scenes prepare, / Enter by turns the Stage, and disappear."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1714

"So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia, / Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle Heart, / A Partner there; I will give up Mankind, / Forget the Transports of encreasing Passion, / And all the Pangs we feel for its Decay."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Nature to Man's Breast has made no Windows, / To show us what they act within Doors."

— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)

Date: 1715

"Thy Virtues flash, / They break at once on my astonish'd Soul; / As if the Curtains of the Dark were drawn, / To let in Day at Midnight."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1718

"The World a Scene of murder'd Souls appears, / Interr'd in living Sepulchres, / And moved from Place to Place in walking Tombs."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1718

"Vile Man becomes, when purify'd by Grace, / Thy Living Temple, and abiding Place."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1718

" His Heart is made Thy Altar, whence / To Heav'n arise pure Flames of holy Fire"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)