Date: 1817

"But he, the bard of every age and clime, / Of genius fruitful, ardent and sublime, / Who, from the glowing mint of fancy, pours / No spurious metal, fused from common ores, / But gold, to matchless purity refined, / And stamp'd with all the godhead in his mind."

— Gifford, William (1756-1826)

Date: 1817

"[H]e must be possest, / Of more, Vagellius, than thy iron breast, / Who braves their anger, and with ten poor toes, / Defies such countless hosts of hobnail'd shoes."

— Gifford, William (1756-1826)

Date: 1827

"I feel a joy, / Dear to my heart, and mixed with no alloy."

— Gifford, William (1756-1826)

Date: 1837

The heart may be made of stone

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1842

"For a shrewd intellect, the best employ / Is to detect a soul of base alloy;"

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1842

None "can I find / No sterling unadulterated mind; / None that abides the crucible like mine"

— Frere, John Hookham (1769-1846)

Date: 1862

"O may not gold, according to its kind, / Twist round your heart, and grow upon your mind!"

— Wesley, Samuel, the Younger (1691-1739)

Date: 1868

"The strong man arm'd this moment bind, / The bold usurper of Thy throne, / His armour seize, the carnal mind, / The unbelieving heart of stone, / Out of my flesh the evil tear, / And pluck my soul out of the snare."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1868

"He loves me now without excess, / Or passionate alloy."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1868

"All my earthly dross consume, / Fill my soul with love from heaven."

— Wesley, John and Charles