Date: February 22, 1723

"I thought my heart was arm'd with adamant / Against remorse, but nature fools me now; / A faint cold shiv'ring seizeth every limb."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"The balm of sleep / Can ne'er refresh these eyes, 'till the pale hand / Of death shall draw their curtains, and exclude / The busy buzzing swarm of stinging thoughts."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Sir, let her crime / Erase the faithful characters, which love / Imprinted on your heart."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Alas! the pain / We feel, whene'er we dispossess the soul / Of that tormenting tyrant [love], far exceeds / The rigor of his rule."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"With reason quell / That haughty passion; treat it as your slave: / Resume the monarch!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"At this late hour, / What discord breaks the virtuous harmony, / Which wont to reign within thy pious breast?"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Let not your heart, / Where late her beauteous image was inshrin'd, / Be now immur'd with marble from her pray'r!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Heav'ns! at the sight of that celestial face, / Each savage passion from the soul retires; / As wolves forsake the fold, when first the sun / Flames o'er the eastern hills."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

Oh!--Ten thousand rebels arm, / Grief, horror, shame, distraction!--they besiege / The poor soul, wav'ring in the fort of life, / And wishing to surrender!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"My Queen! my wife! the jewel of my soul!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)