Date: 1718

"His Arms were folded in the pensive kind, / And rough-rowl'd Front disclos'd the ruffled Mind."

— Purney, Thomas (1695-1730?)

Date: 1718

"Here, Richard, how could I explain, / The various Lab'rinths of the Brain?"

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1718

"The Brain contains ten thousand Cells: / In each some active Fancy dwells; / Which always is at Work, and framing / The several Follies I was naming."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1718

"As in a Hive's vimineous Dome, / Ten thousand Bees enjoy their Home; / Each does her studious Action vary, / To go and come, to fetch and carry: / Each still renews her little Labor; / Nor justles her assiduous Neighbour."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1718

"There's not room in a Woman's Heart for more than one Object at a time."

— Molloy, Charles (d. 1767)

Date: 1718

"Whilst, as my System says, the Mind / Is to these upper Rooms confin'd."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1718

"The Mind, e'er Guilt had Man undone, / With Heav'nly Lustre, like blest Seraphs, shone."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1718

"The World a Scene of murder'd Souls appears, / Interr'd in living Sepulchres, / And moved from Place to Place in walking Tombs."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1718

"Black Guilt involves the World in horrid Night, / And clouds our Intellectual Sight."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1780?

"Lust is the unbridled Horse of the Soul that has thrown its Rider."

— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)