Date: 1789

"Contrive me, Artisan, a Bowl / Of Silver ample as my Soul"

— Fawkes, Francis (1720-1777)

Date: 1790

"'Tis thus the arch deceiver, busy still / To ruin man, besets the female heart, / Insinuates evil counsel, and inflames / The hungry passions, that like arid flax / Catch at a spark, and mount into a blaze."

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1790

"The passions heated, reason strives in vain; / Her empire's lost, and the distracted soul / Becomes the sport of devils, wholly bent / To turn and wind it in a world of sin."

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1790

"'Tis God's decree engrav'd upon the heart / To make us wait with patience, till he comes, / Undraws the curtain, and dispels the gloom, / And takes us to his bosom, and rewards / Our constancy and truth."

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1790

"'And these my sisters had not hearts of steel, / 'And might be griev'd at my delay"

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1790

"But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand-- / But, lo, I am not at my own command: / Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains, / And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains."

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1790

"The passions join the fierce invading host; / And I and virtue are o'erwhelm'd and lost-- / Passions that in a martingale should move; / Wild horses loosen'd by the hands of Love."

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1790

"Her sickly mind / Was ill at ease, though seated on the throne / of affluence and plenty."

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1790

"With a soldier's care / He plan'd the conquest of Ophelia's heart/ and won it"

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1790

"Is there a man whose iron heart is proof / Against such charms?"

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)