Date: 1707, 1710

"Reason will judge, when both their Claims produce."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1707, 1710

"So can the pow'rful Grape our Reason cheat, / And o'er our giddy Fancy reign."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1707, 1710

"But now I come to cure my fond Disease; / This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1707, 1710

"O Sacharissa, what could steel thy Breast, / To Rob Harmonious Waller of his Rest?"

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1707, 1710

"Nor should such ruffling Storms molest / The Halcyon Smoothness of thy Breast / Doubt, Avarice, and the pale Multitude / Of greedy Harpyes, which intrude / Ev'n at our Meals, no Entrance find / On the strong Armour of your Mind, / Which You can straiten or unbend."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1707, 1710

"No shackling Rhyme chain'd the free Poet's mind, / Majestick was His Style, and unconfin'd."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)

Date: 1707

"Our Heart, that flinty stubborn thing, / That Terrors cannot move, / That fears no threatenings of his Wrath, / Shall be dissolv'd by Love."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"There [in a softer mind] shall his sacred spirit dwell, / And deep engrave his law, / And every motion of our souls / To swift obedience draw."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"How sad our State by Nature is! / Our Sin how deep it stains! / And Satan binds our captive Minds / Fast in his slavish Chains."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"And while he makes my Soul his Guest, / My Bosom, Lord, shall be thy Rest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)