Date: 1720

"His Fancy still awake; the roving Guest / Usurps the Throne of Reason in his Breast: / Forms great Ideas, and religious Schemes, / A busy mime, and floats in golden Dreams."

— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)

Date: January, 1719; 1720

"Still heavy, at the last my Nose / I prim'd with an inspiring Dose, / Then did the Ideas dance, (dear safe us!) / As they'd been daft."

— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)

Date: 1721

"Belinda, much confused, looked first on him, then on her Mother, remaining silent, seized with a Passion she had been a Stranger to till that Moment. "

— Aubin, Penelope (1679?-1731?)

Date: 1722

"[O]r that hence, as swiftly those imperceptible Messengers called animal Spirits, should, at the Nutus Animae, rush through their Meandrous Paths like Lightning, and having dispatched the Mandates of the Will, as speedily bring back their Errand to the common Sensory."

— Turner, Daniel (1667-1741)

Date: 1722, 1726

"'Twas when the night in silent sable fled, / When chearful morning sprung with rising red, / When dreams and vapours leave to crowd the brain"

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1722

"[W]ho can tell / How each [image] awaken'd from its little cell / Starts forth, and how the soul's command it hears / And soon on fancy's theatre appears?"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1722, 1725

"LOVE! as it is one of the first Passions for which the Soul finds room, so it is also the most easily deceiv'd"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1722

"[A]s to the Arguments which my Reason dictated for perswading me to lay down, Avarice stept in and said, go on, you have had very good luck, go on, till you have gotten Four or Five Hundred Pound, and then you shall leave off, and then you may live easie without working at all."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1722, 1739

"Thoughts of what I must suffer by the Loss of Don Antonio were crowded in my Imagination, and left no Room for Rest."

— Aubin, Penelope (1679?-1731?)

Date: 1723

"Thou know'st the secret Soul's imperial Throne / Surrounded with thick Darkness, like thy own, / Where she to all the Senses Audience gives, / Appoints their Tasks, their Messages receives, / And passes Judgement in her Sov'reign Court / On every Envoy's true or false Report / How her sole Nod...

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)