Date: 1723

"Mine [heart] open lies, without the least Defence; / No Guard of Art; but its own Innocence; / Under which Fort it could fierce Storms endure: / But from thy Wit I find no Fort secure."

— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)

Date: 1745

"New to each hour what low delight succeeds, / What precious furniture of hearts and heads!"

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1764, 1773

"Heav'n search my soul, and if thro' all its cells / Lurk the pernicious drop of pois'nous guile; / Full on my fenceless head its phial'd wrath / May fate exhaust"

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)