Date: 1766

"Her tuneful tongue with eloquence and ease, / The golden merchandize of thought conveys; / Brisk fancy wafts it with her sprightly gales, / While judgment ballasts all the swelling sails."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1766

"She, whose bright presence, dull December's day / Might metamorphose into sprightly May; / Whose virtuous manners, and whose polish'd mind, / May stand the test and mirror of mankind."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1766

"'Till kind applauses every pang suppress'd, / Clos'd every wound, and steel'd my daring breast."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1767

"Man in this world, Sir, may be compared to a hackney-coach upon a stand; continually subject to be drawn by his unruly appetites, on one foolish jaunt or another; but you will say, if his appetites are horses, which as it were drag him along, reason is the coachman to rule those horses--But, Sir...

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

Date: 1767

"Instant my Sense return'd, restor'd and whole, / To re-possess its empire of the soul. / So, when o'er Phoebus low-hung clouds prevail, / Sleep on each hill, and sadden ev'ry dale; / Sudden, up-springing from the north, invades / A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades; / Thins the black...

— Harte, Walter (1708/9-1774)

Date: 1767

"A heart of oak, and breast of brass / Were his, who first presum'd on seas to pass, / And ever ventur'd to engage, / In a slight skiff, with ocean's desperate rage."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771); Horace (65 B.C. -8 B.C.)

Date: 1767

"Though arm'd with iron breast, and heart of steel, / Who slew the lion fell, lov'd Hylas fair, / Young Hylas graceful with his curling hair"

— Fawkes, Francis (1720-1777); Theocritus (3rd. Century. B.C.)

Date: 1767

"For oh the time will come, when you shall feel / Stabs in your heart more sharp than stabs of steel"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1767

"Shun, shun the Wretch, and case your Heart in Steel, / Lose not a Thought on those who cannot feel;"

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)

Date: 1767

"E'er since my tortur'd mind has known no rest; / Peace is become a stranger to my breast:"

— Fawkes, Francis (1720-1777); Theocritus (3rd. Century. B.C.)