Date: April 18, 1721

"I lov'd fair Leonora long before / The Chance of Battel gave me to the Moors, / From whom so late Alonzo set me Free; / And while I groan'd in Bondage, I deputed / This Great Alonzo, whom her Father honours, / To be my gentle Advocate in Love, / To stir her Heart, and fan its Fires for me."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"Must I despair then? Do not shake me thus: / My Tempest-beaten Heart is cold to Death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"Each other Passion's calm / To thee, thou Conflagration of the Soul"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"Alvarez has a Heart of Steel."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"My Lord, you know his Heart is Steel, / 'Tis fixt, 'tis past, 'tis absolute Despair."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"If, after Death, our Forms (as some believe) / Shall be transparent, naked every Thought, / And Friends meet Friends, and read each other's Hearts, / Thou'lt know one day, that thou wast held most dear. / Farewel."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"He's gone, and now / I must unsluice my overburden'd Heart, / And let it flow."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"If thou dost love me, I shall fill thy Heart / With Scorpion's Stings."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought, / Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs, / And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil / In which her self is taken. I am lost, / Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd, / And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"One Argument is ballanc'd by another, / And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight, / And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs. / No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind, / This inward Anarchy."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)