Date: February, 1798

"And what (I said) tho' blasphemy's loud scream / With that sweet music of deliv'rance strove; / Tho' all the fierce and drunken passions wove / A dance more wild than ever maniac's dream; / Ye storms, that round the dawning east assembled, / The sun was rising, tho' ye hid his light!"

— Coleridge, Samuel Taylor (1772-1834)

Date: August 6, 1798

"From such dire views my muse recoils, / Even my vital blood grows cold; / While nature's most stupendous works / Thro fancy's mirror I behold."

— Hoare, William (fl. 1798)

Date: 1780, 1798

"What can the youth in fancy's mirror view / Save her, the maid that shines in all reveal'd?"

— Wieland, Christoph Martin (1733-1813); Sotheby, Richard (1757-1833)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"OFT when the bosom glows with wild desire, / And flatt'ring fancy fans the rising fire; / When self-opinion with seducing phrase, / To conscious merit whispers conscious praise." "Thus more strange fancies stock an English head, / Than e'er the brains of other nations bred."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"Man is the same in ev'ry clime and state, / Few are his virtues, and his faults are great: / In all, one grand similitude we find, / One universal law directs the mind."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"But see how poor a wretch he is, how blind! / The Sun of Science, dawns not on his mind."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"Some wretches shut their eyes to reason's light, / Their evil habits wantonly invite, / To headstrong passions yield without remorse, / Call each prevailing whim, their Hobby Horse, / And screen'd beneath the sanction of that name, / Freely indulge their vices without shame."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"Fastidious Prudes, on Spleen's black palfrey vault, / Chaste to a proverb, virtuous to a fault."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"In Yorick's heart meek Mercy rear'd her throne."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)

Date: 1798 [1797?]

"Too much abounds, in this romantic age, / The horrid tale, and fear-inspiring page; / The noxious draughts from terror's poison'd bowl, / Shake the firm nerve, emasculate the soul, / The deadly bloit of prejudice impart, / And nip the fairest blossoms of the heart."

— Jones, Jenkin [Captain] (fl. 1798)