Date: 1810

"Your gentle souls are in your myrtle seen; / It's blossoms candid, and benign it's green"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

"My mind's impressions met my listening ear; / And Echo said,--"The God of Pope is here."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

The poor live "'midst luxury, wanting daily bread: / While hard unfeeling instruments of state, / With iron bosoms aggravate their fate"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

"The fiend, consistent, who had steeled all hearts / Against their feeling for ingenuous arts,"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

"But I thank the hard steel that environs my heart; / The steel that has grown, by salabrious time, / Who corrects the wild ardour of love, and of rhyme:"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

"Though shields of gold protect their hearts of steel: / In rags, his best, his noblest friend, can see / If virtue warms his heart, and keeps him free."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

"Reason holds her lamp no more; / Save that sometimes, with glimmering light, / She gives thy misery to thy sight"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1810

"Had Bethlehem's star, of humble swains the guide; / Of souls, unclouded with pedantick pride; / On thee benighted, beamed, with friendly ray, / With all the light of evangelick day; / Ideas, in thy brain, had held no dance / Of anarchy, thou citizen of France!"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)