Date: 1708

"But round their Sockets did he rowl / The little Windows of his Soul"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1709

A Lady wounded in love may "strive to conquer Hearts, / And triumph o'er their Pain"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

A people may be "tempted by a Thousand Arts, / To stamp Mod'ration in their Hearts"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"The Saints began with all their art, / To vouch their Zeal to Q*****n, and Court, / In such Addresses as might best / Open the Windows of their Breast, / That Sacred Majesty might see / Their Ancient Love and Loyalty"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Blows only pass 'twixt Porters and their Trulls, / Where brutish Rage, instead of Reason, rules, / Those of our Rank, altho' the Cause be great, / Should scorn to jar at such a scoundrel Rate."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

When passion cools, "Reason may again bear Rule"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

Honour is a "Maggot that infects the giddy Brains / Of Cowards, Foold, rich Knaves, and Curtizans"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

London ladies are "All looking upwards, aiming with their Darts / To wound the Rich, and conquer wealthy Hearts"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"What stingy Avarice invades thy Mind?"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)