John Sheffield, An Essay on Poetry (1709)
“ Without a Genius too, for that's the Soul; A Spirit whch inspires the Work throughout, As that of Nature moves this World about; A Heat that glows in every word that's writ, Tis something of Divine, and more than Wit; It self unseen, yet all things by it shown, Describing all Men, but describ'd by none. Where dost thou dwell? what Caverns of the Brain Can such a vast, and mighty thing contain? When I, at idle Hours, in vain thy abssence mourn, O where dost thou retire? ”
