Date: 1740

"Thus lawless conquerors our town restore, / With the sad marks of their inhuman power; / No art, nor time, such ravage can repair; / No superstructure can these ruins bear."

— Dixon, Sarah (1671/2-1765)

Date: 1741

"The best room in my house you [the mind] have seized for your own, / And turned the whole tenement quite upside down, / While you hourly call in a disorderly crew / Of vagabond rogues, who have nothing to do / But to run in and out, hurry-scurry, and keep / Such a horrible uproar, I can't get to...

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1741

"There's my kitchen sometimes is as empty as sound, / I call for my servants, not one's to be found: / They are all sent out on your ladyship's errand, / To fetch some more riotous guests in, I warrant!"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1741

"No Window to Her Bosom did we need, / The Goodness there appear'd in ev'ry Deed"

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1741

"'I've a friend,' answers Mind, 'who, though slow, is yet sure, / And will rid me at last of your insolent power: / Will knock down your walls, the whole fabric demolish, / And at once your strong holds and my slavery abolish: / And while in your dust your dull ruins decay, / I'll snap off my cha...

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1742

Judgement may assume "her Seat, the Mind"

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: 1742

"No more shall trickling Sorrows roll / Thro' those dear Windows of his Soul."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1742

"Our freedom chain'd; quite wingless our desire; / In sense dark-prison'd all that ought to soar / Prone to the centre; crawling in the dust; / Dismounted every great and glorious aim; / Embruted every faculty divine; / Heart-buried in the rubbish of the world."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Speech ventilates our intellectual fire; / Speech burnishes our mental magazine, / Brightens for ornament, and whets for use."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Celestial Happiness, whene'er she stoops / To visit earth, one shrine the goddess finds, / And one alone, to make her sweet amends / For absent heaven,--the bosom of a friend; / Where heart meets heart, reciprocally soft, / Each other's pillow to repose divine."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)