Date: 1754

"How you wound my soul by the supposition!"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1754

"Souls of tinder, discretions of flimsy gauze, that conceal not their folly--One day they will think as I do; and perhaps before they have daughters who will convince them of the truth of my assertion"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1754

"My dear Dr. Bartlett, said he, your soul is harmony: I doubt not but all these are in order"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1755

"Love, when permitted to reign in a tender bosom, is an absolute tyrant, requiring unconditional obedience, and deeming every instance of discretion and prudence, and even too often of virtue, an act of rebellion against its usurped authority, iii. 77. [61]."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1773

"What tho' no Objects strike upon the Sight,-- / Thy Sacred Presence is an inward Light."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

Materialist philosophers describe "scoring Traces on the Paper Soul, / Blank, shaven white, they fill th' unfurnish'd Pate / With new Idéas, none of them innate."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"What tho' no Sounds should penetrate the Ear,-- / To list'ning Thought the Voice of Truth is clear."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"Sincere Devotion needs no outward shrine: / The Centre of an humble Soul is Thine."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"There may I worship, and there may'st Thou place / Thy Seat of Mercy and Thy Throne of Grace; / Yea, fix, if Christ my Advocate appear, / The dread Tribunal of Thy Justice there!"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"His Wounds are healing, and His Griefs give Ease; / He, like a true Physician of the Soul, / Applies the Med'cine that may make it whole."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)