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

"Inspiration pure impart, / Nerve her Arms and steel her Heart."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1761

"Give me this Fury to asswage / One Drop, from some yet moist'ned Bowl / To cool the Fever in my Soul!"

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1761

"Wake my Harp! to melting Measures, / Pour thy softest, sweetest Treasures, / Such as lift the Thoughts on high; / 'Till the rapt Soul, Earth forsaking, / Heaven-ward it's Flight is taking, / On the Wings of Harmony."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1761

"Our General amidst the Noise of War, / Has a Soul tun'd to all the softer Passions."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1762

"Thy griefs pent up, have prey'd upon thy heart."

— Cradock, Joseph (1742-1826)

Date: 1762

"The unbridled Athamand, his sister's son, / In firm alliance with a noble princess, / Whom Persia's court had destin'd to his love, / (His tyrant passions brooking no controul,) / Demanded Zobeide as despotic master."

— Cradock, Joseph (1742-1826)

Date: 1762

"A Scythian's heart is steel'd 'gainst panic terrors."

— Cradock, Joseph (1742-1826)

Date: 1762

"Gods, steel my injur'd heart!"

— Cradock, Joseph (1742-1826)

Date: 1762

"Had the proud exile read my heart, / He then must have appeas'd the woes I suffer'd, / He then had pardon'd, and thou might'st have sooth'd me."

— Cradock, Joseph (1742-1826)