Date: 1761

"No, thou art all that's elegant and fair, / And perfect upon earth; and Caius happy / Beyond whatever gratitude express'd, / Or fancy drew, when glowing raptures catch / The poet's breast, and set the soul on fire."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Why must I only answer thee with sighs? / What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart, / And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy? / Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour; / 'Tis the severe condition of my fate, / Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia, / And warns me to suppr...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"But now Adversity's refining fire / Melts down the base alloy of earthly passions, / And purifies the temper of the heart."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Let not the memory of my wrongs extinguish / That spark divine, which animates the soul, / And lights the path of glory."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"How my soul burns within me!"

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Here o'er this holy flame. / I join your hands, an emblem of your hearts: / Henceforth be one."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)