Date: 1724
"Nay by the Hate (since Love is now no more) / The fix'd Aversion that usurps your Bosom, / (The native Seat of Gentleness and Pity) / By That and by its Cause, my late Transgression, / So black, so heinous as to shame Remorse, / Indulge that Hate, and give Revenge a loose / In this one Thought,...
preview | full record— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)
Date: 1728
"I must have Women. There is nothing unbends the Mind like them."
preview | full record— Gay, John (1685-1732)
Date: 1730
An image may be "too strongly stamp'd, to be soon effac'd" from one's [breast? mind?]
preview | full record— Miller, James (1704-1744)
Date: 1730
"Before you think of Stamping your Seal upon a Lady's Heart, you must first fix it upon Parchment"
preview | full record— Odingsells, Gabriel (1690-1734)
Date: 1730
"[C]an thy Passions so out-strip thy Reason, to send thee wading through Falshood, Perjury, and Murther, after a flying Light which you can ne'er o'ertake!"
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1731
"Else, had thy labouring Heart, oppress'd with Meaning, / Shook, like an Earthquake, in Discharge of Passion."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Cou'd Reason's Force / Tear the unlicens'd Image from my Heart, / Or, patient, leave to Time, th'unhasten'd Means, / To bless my fierce Desires; Who knows what Chance, / Or Death, or Thought, or Woman's changeful Will, / Or my own conquer'd Wishes, may produce."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: June 1, 1732
"Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: June 1, 1732
"Ha! Distraction wild / Begins to wanton in my unhing'd Brain: / Methinks I'm mad, mad as a wild March Hare; / My muddy Brain is addled like an Egg, / My Teeth, like Magpies, chatter in my Head; / My reeling Head! which akes like any mad."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)