Date: 1707

"Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1707

"See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance, / And shakes a visionary Lance, / His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms, / Shouting Armies, clashing Arms, / The softer Prints of Love deface; / And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1707

"Some dreadful Birth of Fate is near: / Or why, my Soul, unus'd to fear / With secret Horror dost thou shake? / Can Dreams such dire Impressions make!"

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1707

"What shall I say, or whither turn? / With Grief, and Rage, and Love, I burn: From Thought to Thought my Soul is toss'd, / And in the Whirle of Passion lost."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame / Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits, / And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold / --Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee / And can't get loose."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Pardon a weak distemper'd Soul, that swells / With sudden Gusts, and sinks as soon in Calms, / The Sport of Passions."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Alas, thy Story melts away my Soul."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Whene'er he speaks of thee, his Heart's in Flames, / He sends out all his Soul in ev'ry Word, / And thinks, and talks, and looks like one transported."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Unhappy Youth! how will thy Coldness raise / Tempests and Storms in his afflicted Bosom! / I dread the Consequence."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)