Date: 1710

"Never from my repenting Thoughts depart, / But stand, like Brass, imprinted in my Heart."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"I took thee for a Saint, but find, alas! / Thy Heart is Iron, and thy Face is Brass;"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"My design is to speak of no other kind of LOVE but that which Beauty begets in the Appetite, and of those various Storms and Emotions it raiseth both in the Soul and Body."

— Tipper, John (1663–1713)

Date: 1710

"But LOVE slides in so secretly, that it is impossible to observe its Entry or its Progress; like a mask’d Enemy, it advanceth and seizeth all parts of the Soul, before it is discovered: When there is no means to be found to get him out, then he triumphs, and Wisdom and Reason must become his Sla...

— Tipper, John (1663–1713)

Date: Wednesday, March 7, 1711

"The Reflections of such Men are so delicate upon all Occurrences which they are concern'd in, that they should be expos'd to more than ordinary Infamy and Punishment, for offending against such quick Admonitions as their own Souls give them, and blunting the fine Edge of their Minds in such a Ma...

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: Wednesday, March 7, 1711

"The Reflections of such Men are so delicate upon all Occurrences which they are concern'd in, that they should be expos'd to more than ordinary Infamy and Punishment, for offending against such quick Admonitions as their own Souls give them, and blunting the fine Edge of their Minds in such a Ma...

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"Yet if we look more closely, we shall find / Most have the seeds of judgment in their mind: / Nature affords at least a glimm'ring light; / The lines, tho' touch'd but faintly, are drawn right."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"But as the slightest sketch, if justly trac'd, / Is by ill-colouring but the more disgrac'd, / So by false learning is good sense defac'd."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"Tutors, like Virtuoso's, oft inclin'd / By strange transfusion to improve the mind, / Draw off the sense we have, to pour in new; / Which yet with all their skill, they ne'er could do."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1709, 1711

"Of all the Causes which conspire to blind / Man's erring Judgment, and misguide the Mind, / What the weak Head with strongest Byass rules, / Is Pride, the never-failing Vice of Fools."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)