Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace / And Image of the Godhead."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"[N]o alloy / Of Flesh" can destroy the "sprightly Beauties" of the soul "Nor Death nor Fate can snatch the lasting Joy. / Through ev'ry Limb the active Spirit flows;
Diffusing Life and Vigour as it goes, / But is it self unmixt, and free from Dross"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Large is their Soul, and capable to take / The first Impression's Gain or Pleasure make"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day, / E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away; / The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun / The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

The soul may become "Oblig'd the subject Senses to obey, / And only range, where they direct the Way"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1712, 1719

"God of the Grape, I'll wisely use / Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose / Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage / My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage: / Lest to new hateful Crimes I run: / Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne, / And wretched I to open Day / The Secrets of the Night betray, / And my He...

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1712, 1719

"Whilst with the same resistless Art / She storms his Windows, and his Heart"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1713, 1719

"Try the blest Change, and quit your Gown / To share the Pleasures of the Poor; / There free from Pomp and Equipage, carouse, / Unlade your Mind of Business, and unbend your Brows."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1715

In death "all to the same Dungeon are confin'd" and "No Busie Thoughts invade the Labouring Mind"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1715

"As unregarded thro' the Vaulted Skies, / The Wat'ry South in Noisy Tempest flies: / Just so the vain Expressions touch our Mind, / Nor any strong Impressions leave behind."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)