Date: 1778, 1788

"Thy tragic pencil, Aristides, caught / Each varied feeling, and each tender thought; / While moral virtue sanctified thy art, / And passion gave it empire o'er the heart."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1779

"Whate'er this voice by sceptics may be found, / Faction's false cry, or Truth's prophetic sound, / Let ev'ry Briton, with bold Blake, proclaim, / His ruling passion is his Country's fame!."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1779

One may be 'Untaught "to bear the wrongs of base mankind, / The last, and hardest conquest of the mind!"'

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780, 1781, 1788

"Thy simple diction, free from glaring art, / With sweet allurement steals upon the heart, / Pure, as the rill, that Nature's hand refines; / Clear, as thy harmony of soul, it shines."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780, 1781, 1788

"Two passions there by soft contention please, / The love of martial Fame, and learned Ease: / These friendly colours, exquisitely join'd, / Form the enchanting picture of thy mind."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"Thy mind expanded to her empire's bound; / There every Science a firm station found."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"Our hearts more free from Faction's Weeds we feel, / But they have loft the Flower of Patriot Zeal"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"But O! how rare benignant Virtue springs / In the blank bosom of despotic kings!"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

"Thy simple diction, free from glaring art, / With sweet allurement steals upon the heart; / Pure as the rill, that Nature's hand refines, / A cloudless mirror of thy soul it shines"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1781

"'Gainst fear and pity now thy bosom steel, / For sights more horrible I now reveal!"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)