Date: 1788

"But if rebellion vex each vital part, / The head made dark by demons in the heart, / The will runs riot, while the passions rule, / The soul a slave, and reason quite a tool"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1788

"The soul [is] a slave, and reason quite a tool."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: w. 1789, 1804

"While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags, / Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags-- / Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl, / To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul-- / Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art, / That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart...

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1803

" Bless'd be that Eye which dropp'd the friendly tear, / That sign'd each truth, and stamp'd the Soul sincere!"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1803

"A Whirlpool swallowing up each awful thought / That Heav'n had stamp'd, or education taught."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"How then should matron Mind, with filial fear, / Judge all the embryo thoughts engender'd there"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

Imagination may see shapes that "stir the poison in her heart of Spleen"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"What Spectres mad Suspicion might behold / Pilfering her property, in goods, or gold--"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"The Soul's keen craving's still unsatisfied ... like the Miser, mid profusion pines, / Still poor--still pennyless, 'mongst golden mines!"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"Whose waxen Hearts with warm emotion melt"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)