Date: 1724

"Sad, for the Tragic Scene, your Hearts prepare, / Where Love kills Friendship, and awakes Despair; / Where cherish'd Mischiefs tow'r above Controul, / And warring Passions rend the tortur'd Soul!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Oh! cou'd we live, to hail the future Day, / When sparkling Folly shall give Genius way; / When low, light, Scenes shall tempt the Eye, in vain; / And Passion's Power impress the Heart, again; / Then shall the Muses, like their Monarch, smile, / And all Heaven's Blessings crown his happy Isle!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Else, had thy labouring Heart, oppress'd with Meaning, / Shook, like an Earthquake, in Discharge of Passion."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"And light-wing'd Fancy danc'd and flam'd about her!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

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

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"I am unpractis'd in the Arts of Court; / And my free Thoughts range open as my Eye-balls."

— 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

"Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit, / That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee, / Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)