Date: 1731

"Passion's Tide / Bears him a-slant, and must, a while, have Way."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Rage and Despair have broke upon my Soul, / And wash'd away all Patience."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)