Date: 1685

Tho' a World of dull Bullion your essence do's hold, / Scarce an Atom of Soul was cast into the Mould, / Room enough, and to spare lavish Nature allows, / But provides not a Tenant to suit with the House

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1693

"Not far remov'd before, but a new Fear, / And crowding anxious Thoughts surpriz'd 'em here."

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1700

"Whate'er within this sacred Hall you find, / Whate'er will lodge in your capacious Mind "

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1700

"He knows those Strings to touch with artful Hand / Which rule Mankind, and all the World command: / What moves the Soul, and every secret Cell / Where Pity, Love, and all the Passions dwell."

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1715

"Revenge [may be] so great a Stranger to her Breast"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1715

"Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent, / I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1715

"Can hateful Envy, that uneasie Guest / Of vulgar Souls, invade the Royal Breast, / And rob great Saul himself of Peace and Rest?"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)