Date: w. 1791-2

"But, sent from God, his presence leaves, / To gather home his ripen'd sheaves, / To call encumber'd souls away / From fleshly bonds to boundless day, / (As when the winged hours excite, / And summon forth the morning-light) / And each to convoy to her place / Before the Eternal Father's face."

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1792

"Nay, from the palaces the Virtues fly, / While boldly entering from their beastly stye, / The vulgar passions rush to pig with kings!

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1792

"Lulled in the countless chambers of the brain, / Our thoughts are linked by many a hidden chain."

— Rogers, Samuel (1763-1855)

Date: 1792

"Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read! / What though no bigger than a button hole, / Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!"

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1792 [1794]

"Your head's an auction-room of gauze and ruffles"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1792 [1794]

"If female minds are uninform'd and blank, / Whom, lordly sirs! are female tongues to thank?"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1792 [1794]

A wife chosen from "the coarse, what groveling brood" will be in thought "barren and in speech how rude"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1792

"We from your judgment to your hearts appeal, / Generous as brave, you are not hearts of steel"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1792

"That sweet enchantress ... Can give to Fancy's work a blaze more bright, / Or Reason's steady lamp feed with new light."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1792

"Her Heart a Stranger to Disguise; / Her Mind as perfect as her Face"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)