Date: 1772, 1810

"'I saw thee near the murmuring fountain lie; / 'Mark'd the rough storm that gather'd in thy breast, / 'And knew what care thy joyless soul opprest."

— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)

Date: 1772, 1810

"'So vain his wishes, and so weak his mind, / 'His soul, a bright obscurity at best, / 'And rough with tempests his afflicted breast, / 'His life, a flower ere evening sure to fade, / 'His highest joys, the shadow of a shade."

— Jones, Sir William (1746-1794)

Date: 1772

"The poetry of them is often extremely noble; and the mysterious air which prevails in them, together with its delightful impression upon the mind, cannot be better expressed than in that remarkable description with which they inspired the German editor Eschenbach."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1772

"Their ruling Passion Want of Gold supplies, / To that alone they offer Sacrifice; / The Thirst of Gold was first the guilty Source / Of our Misfortunes, and their bloody Force."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811) [Editor]

Date: 1772

"My Brain's disturb'd; alas! alas! I rave; / What can I do? a poor forsaken Slave! / Like Birds, that spend their little idle Rage, / And, fruitless, mourn, indignant of their Cage, / From Thought to Thought, my fluttering Spirits rove, / Betray'd to Bondage, and, ah! lost to Love."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811) [Editor]

Date: 1772

"On his worn Pallet, now, view him reclin'd; / Terrifick Visions haunt his tortur'd Mind."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1772

"In Reason's Judgement, all would faintly shine, / If not the Lustre of the Soul were thine"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1772

Fancy may "mount the rapid Car, / And Judgement hold the Reins"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1772

" Thy Patriot worth above all Art, / Shall live, engraven on the Heart"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1772

"This, no licentious Rhapsody of Words, / Nor Fancy's Coinage, which my Verse affords;"

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)