Date: 1761

"Daughter, I've look'd into the hearts of men, / And trac'd the shifting passions, as they turn / To opposite extremes; there I have mark'd, / When Envy keeps the throne, 'tis Hell within us."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"While Frugi liv'd / Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart, / And Love receded from the stronger guest; / Now his dear image rises to my view / So piteously array'd, with such a train / Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame, / That Reason quits her fort, and flies before, / To the las...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Why then I thank thee, Nature, / That when you made this frame of such frail stuff, / So sensible of harm, so ill array'd / To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd / My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof / Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity, / Bidding it laugh at all that Fat...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"The storm is past; / Sorrows as deep, tho' calmer, now succeed; / My soul shuts out each soft and joyful sense, / Ev'n Love itself, to entertain thy wrongs."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Here o'er this holy flame. / I join your hands, an emblem of your hearts: / Henceforth be one."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"But know to thy confusion, not the Winds, / That sweep the Scythian desart, are more deaf, / Than are thy fancied Deities; nor Rocks, / That shake those Winds from off their icy sides, / More hard, or more unfeeling than my heart."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Dream on, till Vengeance wake thee, till thy Conscience / Bloated and swell'd, from Pleasure's guilty feast / Starts up aghast, turns suddenly upon thee, / And stings thee to the Heart."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761, 1777

"She [the goddess of mirth], whose fair throne is fix'd in human souls, / From joy to joy her eye delighted rolls."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1762, 1781

"SUFFOLK's Daughter sinks not with her Woe: / Beneath it's Weight I feel myself resign'd; / Tho' strong the Tempest, stronger still my Mind."

— Keate, George (1729-1797)