Date: 1759

"He smiles contempt; as if some inward joy, / Like the sun lab'ring in a night of clouds, / Shot forth its glad'ning unresisted beams, / Chearing the face of woe."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"By heaven that thought / lifts up my kindling soul / With renovated fire."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"These midnight visions shake my inmost soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Oh! this dire whirl of thought--my brain's on fire."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"The moral duties of the private man / Are grafted in thy soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"My soul with pleasure takes her flight, that thus / Faithful in death, I leave these cold remains / Near thy dear honour'd clay."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1760

"Attend all ye Fair, and I'll tell ye the Art / To bind every Fancy with ease in your Chains, / To hold in soft Fetters the conjugal Heart, / And banish from Hymen his Doubts and his Pains."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1764

"Against ev'ry virtue the bosom to steel, / And only of dress the anxieties feel"

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1764

"Why dancing is his ruling passion."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1764

"Bold was the man, and fenc'd in ev'ry part /With oak, and ten-fold brass about the heart, / To build a play who tortur'd first his brain, / And then dar'd launch it on this stormy main."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)