Date: 1724

"Thy fears are the wild coinage of thy fancy."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"That fiery thought / Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs, / I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage / Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish, / And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh! / Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear, / And my soul jars within me."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"My lord, this seems th' extravagance of passion! / When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action, / Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"To gain the unbeliever to my wishes, / I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art, / That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm, / His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion: / Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage, / In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"yet the soul, / Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness, / Is hard to wean from wailing."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)