Date: 1723
"For, trust me, Love (that Inmate of the Mind) / Is very much mistaken by Mankind / For which too often is misunderstood / The sudden Rage and Madness of the Blood."
preview | full record— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)
Date: 1723
"Does thy Soul sicken, while thy Body's sound?"
preview | full record— Amhurst, Nicholas (1697-1742)
Date: 1723
"Does in thy Thought some blooming Beauty reign, / Whose strong Idea mingles Joy with Pain?"
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Date: 1723, 1740
"Those slighted Favours which cold Nymphs dispense, / Mere common Counters of the Sense, / Defective both in Mettle and in Measure, / A Lover's Fancy coins into a Treasure."
preview | full record— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)
Date: 1723, 1740
Love is a "glorious Sun within our Souls, / Whose Influence so much controuls; / Ev'n dull and heavy Lumps of Love, / Quicken'd by [it], more lively move"
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Date: 1723, 1740
"And if their Heads but any Substance hold, / Love ripens all that Dross into the purest Gold."
preview | full record— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)
Date: 1725
"So delicate's the Texture of her Brain, / We wish it less refin'd, and nearer Man; / For weak's the Clock with over-curious Springs, / And frail the Voice that too divinely sings"
preview | full record— Sterling, James
Date: 1726, 1753
"Restless, on paper, we our vows repeat, / And pour our souls out, on the missive sheet"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1726, 1753
"As fire, by nature, climbs direct, and bright, / And beams, in spotless rays, a shining light; / But if some gross obstruction stops its way, / Smokes in low curls, and scents the sullied day: / So love, itself, untainted, and refin'd, / Borrows a tincture, from the colour'd mind."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1726, 1753
"The great grow greater, while its force they prove, / But little hearts want room, and cripple love."
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