Date: 1752

"My ever waking Soul, / Sits brooding o'er a Train of Images, / That constant rise in terrible Array, / And shrink my Resolution into Fears."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Remorse the Raven of a guilty Mind, / Is ever croaking horrid in my Ear; / Often I rouse to banish it away, / But the Tormentor still returns again, / And like PROMETHES' Vulture, ever gnaws."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Is not Ambition glutted with my Store? / And yet that faithful Mirror of the Mind, / Reflection, still a gloomy Prospect shews."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1764

"Shall the winged Inhabitants of Air come tamely to the Hand that feeds them; and shall Man steel his Heart against all Impressions of Kindness, and all Sentiments of GRATITUDE?"

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1764

"In the Eye of Reason the Prostitution of the Mind, which certainly leads to it, is little less offensive than the Prostitution of the Person."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)