Date: 1745

"Conscience, her first law broken, wounded lies; / Enfeebled, lifeless, impotent to good; / A feign'd affection bounds her utmost power."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Follow Nature still, / But look it be thine own: is Conscience then / No part of Nature? Is she not supreme? / Thou regicide! O raise her from the dead!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Could human courts take vengeance on the mind, / Axes might rust, and racks and gibbets fall: / Guard then thy mind, and leave the rest to fate."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Too much my heart of Beauty's power hath known, / Too long to Love hath reason left her throne; / Too long my genius mourn'd his myrtle chain, / And three rich years of youth consum'd in vain."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1745

"He who his rising Anger can't controul, / Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul, / Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone / What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne."

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1745

"Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway, / Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey"

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1746

Imagination may "Bring what ideas she can find / To the great storehouse of the Mind, / Where Judgement ever sits serene, / To rule the vague and sportive queen"

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: 1746, 1793

"Then, then, exert thy utmost pow'r, / And teach me Being to endure; / Lest reason from the helm should start, / And lawless fury rule my heart; / Lest madness all my soul subdue, / To ask her Maker, What dost thou?"

— Blacklock, Thomas (1721-1791)

Date: 1746

"With inward view, / Thence on the ideal kingdom swift she turns / Her eye; and instant, at her powerful glance, / The obedient phantoms vanish or appear; / Compound, divide, and into order shift, / Each to his rank, from plain perception up / To the fair forms of Fancy's fleeting train."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1746, 1753

"Heart, voice, mein, visage, all, pay love their aid, / Cupid exacts more strict alliance made; / 'Twixt the mind's states, than, once, 'twixt Europe's, he, / Who bound all princes--yet, left none unfree."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)