Date: 1773, 1810

"Hail, mild Philosophy! the province thine, / To chase the spectres of the dark Divine! / Not to fix errour, but with reason's art, / To root the stiff old-woman from the heart."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers, / But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"In my mind's eye with joy the heights I see; / For Middlesex! my soul exults in thee!"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"The bard enjoys ethereal bliss to-day; / Bright are his thoughts, and vigorous is his lay: / To-morrow brings a melancholy scene; / Relaxed, untuned is all the fine machine;"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1806

"Truth's unclouded ray" may strike the soul and melt Suspicion away

— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)

Date: 1773

Materialist philosophers describe "scoring Traces on the Paper Soul, / Blank, shaven white, they fill th' unfurnish'd Pate / With new Idéas, none of them innate."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"What tho' no Sounds should penetrate the Ear,-- / To list'ning Thought the Voice of Truth is clear."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"Sincere Devotion needs no outward shrine: / The Centre of an humble Soul is Thine."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"There may I worship, and there may'st Thou place / Thy Seat of Mercy and Thy Throne of Grace; / Yea, fix, if Christ my Advocate appear, / The dread Tribunal of Thy Justice there!"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"His Wounds are healing, and His Griefs give Ease; / He, like a true Physician of the Soul, / Applies the Med'cine that may make it whole."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)