Date: December 6, 1765

One may fell Love's vengeful Shaft transfix her heart "And yield to [it] the Empire of [her] Soul]

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: December 6, 1765

"Then fly from Shape to Shape, / Yet hope not to escape, / My Chains enclose your Heart."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1765

"All my Sins destroy, devour, / And all my Soul transform: / Now apply Thy Spirit's Seal; / O come quickly from above, / Empty me of Self, and fill / With all the Life of Love."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1765

"You saw what heart-religion meant [...] true religion is not a negative or an external thing; but the life of God in the soul of man; the image of God stamped upon the heart."

— Wesley, John (1703-1791)

Date: 1765

"And in this I am warranted by the example of ancient Rome; where, as Cicero informs us, the very boys were obliged to learn the twelve tables by heart, as a carmen necessarium or indispensable lesson, to imprint on their tender minds an early knowledge of the laws and constitution of their count...

— Blackstone, William (1723-1780)

Date: 1765, 1770

"Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call / Opes the dread volume of her laws to all."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1765, 1770

"When of old / Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd / Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove, / Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove, / Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest / Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast, / No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd, / Astre...

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1765, 1770

"On Life's rough sea by stormy passions tost, / Freedom and Virtue were together lost."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1765, 1770

"These baseless structures, fictions light and vain, / Coin'd in the foldings of an idle brain, / To their absurd inventors I resign, / They are not in the Church's creed, or mine."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1766, 1806

"WITH falsehood lurking in thy sordid breast, / And perj'ry's seal upon thy heart imprest, / Dar'st thou, Oh Christian! brave the sounding waves, / The treach'rous whirlwinds, and untrophied graves?"

— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)