Date: 1763
"Try, thou State-Juggler, ev'ry paltry art, / Ransack the inmost closet of my heart / Swear Thou'rt my Friend; by that base oath make way / Into my breast, and flatter to betray."
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1764
"Have I well weigh'd the great, the noble part / I'm now to play? have I explored my heart, / That labyrinth of fraud, that deep, dark cell, / Where, unsuspected, e'en by me, may dwell / Ten thousand follies?"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1767, 1784
"The curious structure of these visual orbs, / The windows of the mind; substance how clear, / Aqueous, or crystalline! through which the soul, / As thro' a glass, all outward things surveys."
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)
Date: 1767, 1784
"Shall we, because we strive in vain to tell / How Matter acts on incorporeal Mind, / Or how, when sleep has lock'd up ev'ry sense, / Or fevers rage, Imagination paints / Unreal scenes, reject what sober sense, / And calmest thought attest?"
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)
Date: 1755, 1771
"For this, fair hope leads on the' impassion'd soul / Through life's wild labyrinths to her distant goal; / Paints in each dream, to fan the genial flame, / The pomp of riches, and the pride of fame, / Or fondly gives reflection's cooler eye / A glance, an image, of a future sky."
preview | full record— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)
Date: w. c. 1779
"[T]hen prudence took her Seat / Within the Soul, and reign'd in Virtue's room."
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: January 1, 1779
"There [to Heaven's Regions] when the soul, in search of purer day, / Loos'd from mortality's impris'ning clay / Shall swifter than the forked lightning dart."
preview | full record— Anstey, Christopher (1724-1805)
Date: 1781
"But now, farewell, ye flow'ry Cells, / Where bright Imagination dwells, / Round whom in Circles ever gay / The young Ideas love to play"
preview | full record— Keate, George (1729-1797)
Date: 1787
"Yet when he bawl'd for sense, he bawl'd, I wot, / For furniture the head had never got."
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1784
"But, for the furniture within, / Whether it be of brains, or lead, / What matters it, so there's a head?"
preview | full record— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)