Date: 1731

"I am unpractis'd in the Arts of Court; / And my free Thoughts range open as my Eye-balls."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Rage and Despair have broke upon my Soul, / And wash'd away all Patience."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit, / That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee, / Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"A thousand Wonders, / A thousand Mysteries, at once reveal'd, / Come rushing on my Memory!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Proud of Dominion, yet enslav'd to Fear, / Kings who love Blood, thro' one long Tempest steer, / While the calm Monarch, who with Smiles controuls, / Roots his safe Empire, and is King of Souls."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"My Soul is torn with a vain War of Passions."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"How shall I move, in this dark Maze of Passion!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)