Date: Monday, April 13. 1724.

"If, according to the Maxim in the Forehead of my Paper, it was my immediate Office to Teach that young Spark better Things, which I had then a great Inclination to Do, only for Fear of discovering my self, I would begin by Weeding out of his Mind that rank Conceit, which he entertains of his Par...

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1724, 1755

The mind is a soil that must be cultivated; left fallow "an hateful crop succeeds"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1726, 1775

"Thro' ev'ry tender tube they rove, / In finer spirits strike the brain; / Wind quick thro' ev'ry fibrous grove, / And seek, thro' pores, the heart again."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1727, 1787

"Oak was his heart, his breast with steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle keel / Committed to the murtherous deep."

— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)

Date: 1728

"When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1730

"This would effectually kill in us all the little seeds of pride, vanity and self-conceit, which are apt to shoot up in the minds of such whose thoughts turn more on those comparative advantages which they enjoy over some of their fellow-creatures, than on that infinite distance which is placed b...

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1731, 1753

"Shines there a captain, form'd, for war's controul, / Born, with the seeds of conquest, in his soul?"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"[F]or since the Mind and Intellect is in it self a more real and substantial Thing, and fuller of Entity than Matter and Body, those Things which are the pure Offspring of the Mind, and sprout from the Soul it self, must needs be more real and substantial than those Things which blossom from the...

— Cudworth, Ralph (1617-1688)

Date: 1731

"When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit, / That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee, / Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Proud of Dominion, yet enslav'd to Fear, / Kings who love Blood, thro' one long Tempest steer, / While the calm Monarch, who with Smiles controuls, / Roots his safe Empire, and is King of Souls."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)