Date: June, 1756

"But soul-rejoicing health again returns, / The blood meanders gentle in each vein, / The lamp of life renew'd with vigour burns, / And exil'd reason takes her seat again-- / Brisk leaps the heart, the mind's at large once more, / To love, to praise, to bless, to wonder and adore."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1759

"To Faith, and Reason, an impartial Friend, / He marks the Bounds, where they begin, and end; / Whilst he, to both, distinct Dominions gives, / Th'instructed Reader reasons, and believes."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Shun Comedies, where Scenes indecent stain / The youthful Mind, with Images obscene."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"No further can the Reach of human Mind / Extend, like Ocean, to its Bounds confin'd."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1790

"Shining parts, like the bright colourings of porcelain, or the lustres of glass in a well furnished house, are beautiful decorations and striking ornaments; but good sense, like the solid service of plate, is alone substantial and intrinsically valuable."

— Moore, Charles (fl. 1785-90)

Date: February 1791

"Montesquieu, President of the Parliament of Bordeaux, went as far as a writer under a despotic government could well proceed; and being obliged to divide himself between principle and prudence, his mind often appears under a veil, and we ought to give him credit for more than he has expressed."

— Paine, Thomas (1737-1809)

Date: 1794

"Though it is not a direct article of the Christian system that this world that we inhabit is the whole of the habitable Creation, yet it is so worked up therewith, from what is called the Mosaic account of the creation, the story of Eve and the apple, and the counterpart of that story, the death...

— Paine, Thomas (1737-1809)

Date: 1825

"What powers lie folded in thy curious frame,-- / Senses from objects locked, and mind from thought! "

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 2009

"These are some of the things // you don't have to know because the melody / is like a small bird, maybe a yellow canary, / that wings its way into your mind / --no, into your heart-- / where there's a perch already // set up for it, a little trapeze / to swing back and forth on as it sings / and...

— Raab, Lawrence (b. 1946)