Date: 1752, performed 1772

"I flatter'd my poor soul that all its Fears / Were Grief's distemper'd coinage, that my Love / Rais'd causeless apprehensions, and at length / Edgar would quite forgive."

— Mason, William (1725-1797)

Date: 1752

"My ever waking Soul, / Sits brooding o'er a Train of Images, / That constant rise in terrible Array, / And shrink my Resolution into Fears."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Remorse the Raven of a guilty Mind, / Is ever croaking horrid in my Ear; / Often I rouse to banish it away, / But the Tormentor still returns again, / And like PROMETHES' Vulture, ever gnaws."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Is not Ambition glutted with my Store? / And yet that faithful Mirror of the Mind, / Reflection, still a gloomy Prospect shews."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1753

The "Sunshine of a northern Beauty is too feeble to thaw the icy Heart of a French Courtier"

— Foote, Samuel (1720-1777)

Date: 1753

"But their Hearts were steel'd by Custom."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Ye Slaves of Passion, and ye Dupes of Chance, / Wake all your Pow'rs from this destructive Trance!"

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Cards were at first for Benefits design'd, / Sent to amuse, and not enslave the Mind."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)