Date: 1777

In "the dark maeanders" of Vice's "foul abode ... busy Spirits forge, with curious art,/ The triple plates of brass, to guard the heart / From Reason's bold assault"

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1777

In Vice's "foul abode ... hellish ministers with fatal care / From baneful drugs the potent juice prepare; / Whose dead'ning posset dulls the mental sense

— Combe, William (1742 -1823)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Light sits my bosom's Master on his throne; / Airy and disencumber'd feels my Soul."

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"A prisoner in--Impossible!--I sleep: / 'Tis fancy's coinage; 'tis a dream's delusion."

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Twas but a coinage vain / Of the distemper'd fancy! Gone, 'tis gone,"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Your gentle hearts / To kind impressions yet susceptible, / Will amiably hear a friend's advice"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Of one, who, warm with human passions, soft / To tenderest impressions, frequent rush'd / Precipitate into the tangling maze"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"And what a crowd of wild ideas press / Distracting on the soul!"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Hail, sacred solitude! These are thy works, / True source of good supreme! Thy blest effects /Already on my mind's delighted eye / Open beneficent"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1810

"The soul's impression they no longer share; / His soul is hovering round his distant fair."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)