Date: 1714

"'Tis all in vain, this Rage that tears thy Bosom, / Like a poor Bird that flutters in its Cage, / Thou beat'st thy self to Death."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"The most, such Iron Hearts we are, and such / The base Barbarity of Human Kind, / With Insolence and lewd Reproach pursu'd her, / Hooting and Railing, and with Villainous Hands / Gathering the Filth from out the common Ways, / To hurl upon her Head."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Have you examin'd / Into your inmost Heart, and try'd at leisure / The several secret Springs that move the Passions? / Has Mercy fix'd her Empire there so sure, / That Wrath and Vengeance never may return?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Oh! thou hast set my busy Brain at work, / And now she musters up a Train of Images, / Which to preserve my Peace I had cast aside, / And sunk in deep Oblivion."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1713-1714

"Who wrote all this--Who more than this designd / All fine impressions of Celestial mind."

— Parnell, Thomas (1679-1718)

Date: 1714

"Thus when Revenge does Reason's Scepter rule, / It turns the Wisest Statesman to a Fool"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1714, 1735

" What cruel Dæmon haunts my tortur'd Mind? / Sure, if 'twere Love, I shou'd th'Invader find;"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: 1714, 1735

"Alas! 'tis so--'tis fix'd the secret Dart; / I feel the Tyrant [Love] ravaging my Heart."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: 1714

In the afterlife, "each Soul must drink long Draughts / Of those forgetful Streams."

— Evans, Abel (1679-1737)

Date: 1714

The Soul returns "Naked from off this Beach and perfect Blank, / To visit the New World"

— Evans, Abel (1679-1737)