Date: Wednesday, April 30, 1712

"Oh! Love has Fetters stronger far: / By Bolts of Steel are Limbs confined, / But cruel Love enchains the Mind."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1722

"Vertues, and Vices, are to Realms confin'd: / And, Climates give a Tincture to the Mind."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1722

"Now boiling high / With Injuries;--with Outrages!--that burn, / That set the very suffering Soul on Fire!"

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1722

"Blush rather, that you are a Slave to Passion; / Subservient to the Wildness of your Will; / Which, like a Whirlwind, tears up all your Vertues; / And gives you not the Leisure to consider."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1722

"Consider; Gwendolen, my lasting Passion; / A Passion, that, through Time, takes deeper Root; / A Love, that, spight of Absence, hourly grows; / In spight even of Despair:--Yet, will I not / Despair; since Fortune favours thus my Hopes."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1722

"And yet, whate'er I do, my Hopes are blasted. / That this fierce Combat in my Heart were over!"

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1748

Thought is "The hermit's solace in his cell"

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1748

Thought is "The fire that warms the poet's brain."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: 1748

Thought is "The lover's heaven, or his hell."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)