Date: February 22, 1723

"Aided by this brave friend, whose soul is steel'd / With dauntless resolution, though the ghosts / Of all her race rise grinning from the tomb, / And in their cause auxiliar furies join; / Intrepid we'll persue our bold career; / Pitch the sure toils, and rouze the fated deer."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Then her physicians with the opiate charm / Of gentle sleep, her fainting senses bound, / And hush'd the warring passions into peace."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"The fair offended seems to shun me now: / How shall I calm the tempest of her Soul!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Thy future doom / Thus pictur'd to my view, so wrap'd my soul / In clouds of deep despair, I strait comply'd / To give the filial pledge."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Prepare with every smiling grace t'adorn / The festival; and let victorious joy / Chase every black idea from thy mind: / For ever banish from thy gentle breast / All cares, except the pleasing cares of love!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"If she were yet on earth, where cou'd she find / A nobler palace than a brother's breast?"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"If my Flaminius ever wou'd reward / My constant ardor, with an equal flame; / Engag'd by such endearing decencies, / As make the lamp of love in Herod's breast / To burn so bright, and never to consume."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"If this poor stock / Of artless beauty hath such fatal pow'r, / When you, Arsinoe, have a daughter born, / Beg all deformities of shape and face, / T'insure her quiet from that monster, man! / Who quitting reason, a celestial claim, / To the sweet harmony of souls prefers / A little white and re...

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"I thought my heart was arm'd with adamant / Against remorse, but nature fools me now; / A faint cold shiv'ring seizeth every limb."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"The balm of sleep / Can ne'er refresh these eyes, 'till the pale hand / Of death shall draw their curtains, and exclude / The busy buzzing swarm of stinging thoughts."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)