Date: 1737
"Brave Souls when loos'd from this ignoble Chain / Of Clay, and sent to their own Heav'n again, / From Earth's gross Orb on Virtue's Pinions rise / In Æther wanton, and enjoy the Skies."
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)
Date: 1737
"As in the greater World, aspiring Flame, / Earth, Water, Air, make the material Frame: / And thro' the Members a commanding Soul / Infus'd, directs the Motion of the Whole: / So 'tis in Man, the lesser World: the Case / Is Clay, unactive, and an earthly Mass: / But the Blood's Streams the ruli...
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)
Date: 1737
"[N]ot half so mad / The Corybantes, when with frequent Blows / On the shrill Brass they strike, as is the Mind / Where direful Anger reigns."
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)
Date: 1737
"And sure his very Soul itself was Steel."
preview | full record— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)
Date: 1737 (also 1738, 1743, reprinted 1754)
"Curst with such souls of base alloy, / As can possess, but not enjoy, / Debarr'd the pleasure to impart / By av'rice, sphincter of the heart, / Who wealth, hard earn'd by guilty cares, / Bequeath untouch'd to thankless heirs."
preview | full record— Green, Matthew (1696-1737)
Date: 1737
"My faults will not be hid from you, and perhaps it is no dispraise to me that they will not: the cleanness and purity of one's mind is never better proved, than in discovering its own faults at first view; as when a stream shows the dirt at its bottom, it shows also the transparency of the water."
preview | full record— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)
Date: 1739
"May all English Lads, like you, Boys, / Prove on Shore true Hearts of Gold; / To their King and Country true"
preview | full record— Phillips, Edward (b. 1708/9)
Date: 1739
"Nor old Sir H***s, whose Soul is plung'd in Oar, / That Gold can't shut the Grave against Fourscore. "
preview | full record— Miller, James (1704-1744)
Date: 1738, 1739
"Like Twigs, entrusted to the Planter's Pains, / Who prunes, engrafts, indulges, or restrains, / Till in the Garden Ornament they yield, / And Fruit, which else had cumber'd up the Field: / Or that rich Ore we from the Indies bring, / Which bears, refin'd, the Image of the King; / But mix'd for-e...
preview | full record— Bancks, John (1709-1751)
Date: 1739
"More hard than Marble is my Heart, / And foul with Sins of deepest Stain: / But Thou the mighty Saviour art, / Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. / Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may / Thy Blood wash all these Stains away."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles