Date: 1701, 1704

"The application of our Thoughts to other Subjects is like looking upon the Rays of the Sun as it shines to us from a Wall, or upon the Image of it as it returns from a Watry Mirrour, but this is looking up directly against the Fons veri lucidus, the bright Source of Intellectual Light a...

— Norris, John (1657-1712)

Date: 1710

"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1713

"[I]mpetuous Passions" may "toss the Soul, /And Tides of boiling Blood reluctant roll."

— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)

Date: 1719-1720, 1725

"Oh, Melliora! didst thou but know the thousandth Part of what this Moment I endure, the strong Convulsions of my warring Thoughts, thy Heart, steel'd as it is, and frosted round with Virtue, wou'd burst its icy Shield, and melt in Tears of Blood, to pity me."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1719-1720, 1725

"D'elmont, tho' he was a little startled to find her so much more Mistress of her Temper then he believ'd she could be, yet resolv'd to make all possible use of this Opportunity, which probably might be the last he shou'd ever have, look'd on her as she spoke, with Eyes so piercing, so sparkling ...

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1719-1720, 1725

"Books were, as it were, Preparatives to Love, and by their softening Influence, melted the Soul, and made it fit for amorous Impressions."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1728

"Though my Heart were as frozen as Ice, / At his Flame 'twould have melted away."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1736

"He saw the melting Passion display itself a thousand different ways; her shining Eyes swam in a Sea of Languor: her rosy Cheeks received a livelier and more fresh Vermillion."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1739

"O that I as a little Child / May follow Thee, nor ever rest / Till sweetly Thou hast pour'd thy mild / And lowly Mind into my Breast."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1742

"My soul is all a troubled sea, / I cannot find my rest in Thee."

— Wesley, John and Charles