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: 1772, 1788
"Tho' some hollow hearts may have much room to spare, / The Devil himself wou'd not chuse to dwell there."
preview | full record— Stevens, George Alexander (1710?-1784)
Date: 1796
"Still, still my soul in memory's inmost cell, / Where images most dear, most sacred dwell, / With willing gratitude retains, reveres, / Thy faithful service to my weakest years!"
preview | full record— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
On might not trace "the mazes of her mystic brain / To mark what monsters such deep cells contain / Contriving constant schemes to furnish food, / For breeding Vultures' ever hungry brood!"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1814, 1816, 1896
"Solicit Fancy from celestial flights, / To wander o'er the World for frail delights / And crowd Imagination's rooms, immense, / With what relates alone to Time and Sense!"
preview | full record— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)
Date: 1820
"Clothe it in words, and bid it clasp his throne / In intercession; bend thy soul in prayer, / And like a suppliant in some gorgeous fane, / Let the will kneel within thy haughty heart."
preview | full record— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)