Date: Saturday, June 21, 1712

"We cannot indeed have a single Image in the Fancy that did not make its first Entrance through the Sight; but we have the Power of retaining, altering and compounding those Images, which we have once received, into all the varieties of Picture and Vision that are most agreeable to the Imaginatio...

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: Saturday, June 28, 1712

"The Sett of Ideas, which we received from such a Prospect or Garden, having entered the Mind at the same time, have a Sett of Traces belonging to them in the Brain, bordering very near upon one another; when, therefore, any one of these Ideas arises in the Imagination, and consequently dispatche...

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: Saturday, June 28, 1712

"By this means they awaken other Ideas of the same Sett, which immediately determine a new Dispatch of Spirits, that in the same manner open other Neighbouring Traces, till at last the whole Sett of them is blown up, and the whole Prospect or Garden flourishes in the Imagination."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"His Passions and his Virtues lie confused, / And mixt together in so wild a Tumult, / That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1714

"Of equal Elements, / Without one jarring Atom was she form'd / And Gentleness, and Joy, make up her Being."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Never! By those chast Lights above, I swear, / My Soul shall never know Pollution more."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"His ductile Reason will be wound about, / Be led and turn'd again, say and unsay, / Receive the Yoak, and yeild exact Obedience."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Was our Reason given / For such a Use! to be thus puff'd about / Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather, / The Sport of every whifling Blast that blows?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Oh! thou hast set my busy Brain at work, / And now she musters up a Train of Images, / Which to preserve my Peace I had cast aside, / And sunk in deep Oblivion."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)