Date: 1723

"Is not a sensual Tincture thro' your Mind / Deeply diffus'd, by which 'tis now inclin'd / Not heav'nly, but terrestrial Bliss, to chuse, / Pursue low Pleasures, and sublime refuse!"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1724

"Revenge, remorse, and love divide my soul, / Like three wild streams that rush against each other!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1725

Freezing blood may congeal around a cold heart

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1726, 1753

"Restless, on paper, we our vows repeat, / And pour our souls out, on the missive sheet"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1726, 1753

"As fire, by nature, climbs direct, and bright, / And beams, in spotless rays, a shining light; / But if some gross obstruction stops its way, / Smokes in low curls, and scents the sullied day: / So love, itself, untainted, and refin'd, / Borrows a tincture, from the colour'd mind."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1726, 1753

"Vast sea of exstacy, that drowns the mind! / That fierce transfusion of exchanging hearts!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1733

"There St. John mingles with my friendly Bowl, / The Feast of Reason and the Flow of Soul."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733

"I love to pour out all myself, as plain / As downright Shippen, or as old Montagne. / In them, as certain to be lov'd as seen, / The Soul stood forth, nor kept a Thought within; / In me what Spots (for Spots I have) appear, / Will prove at least the Medium must be clear."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"Who heaves old Ocean, and who wings the storms, / Pours fierce Ambition in a Caesar's mind."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1734

"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)