Date: 1770

The master-passion may be concealed "but on great occasions,... It will break forth, and loudly tell the world / What fermentation often works the soul"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1770

"These objects banish care, they set us loose / From mean attachments, and compose our souls / For fine impressions, and for heavenly airs:"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1770

"Sylvia, if you persist to steel your heart, / Expect a mansion in that dire abode."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1770

"Mean while, the duties of a man revolve, / And steel thy bosom with the firm resolve"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1770

"Destructive eyes, false mirrors of the heart! / I, to my sorrow know the lies you've told me."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1770

"I could not look upon his mangled corse: / I saw his mangled corse in my mind's eye."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Must not a being, then, by nature wrought, / To show her power in matter, and in thought, /Each light impression thrilling through his frame, /Inspired by heaven's most sublimated flame;"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Hail, mild Philosophy! the province thine, / To chase the spectres of the dark Divine! / Not to fix errour, but with reason's art, / To root the stiff old-woman from the heart."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers, / But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"In my mind's eye with joy the heights I see; / For Middlesex! my soul exults in thee!"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)