Date: 1714

"What charitable Hand will aid me now? / Will stay my failing Steps, support my Ruines, / And heal my wounded Mind with Balmy Comfort?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Tho' sure the Loss / Wou'd wound me to the Heart."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Read there the fatal Purpose of thy Foe, / A Thought which Wounds my Soul with Shame and Horror."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: January 16, 1719

"Sophronia, now, mark her, if she takes a right turn now, I shall see her whole Heart naked, and Judge accordingly."

— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)

Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"O self-destroying Monster! that art blind, / Yet putt'st out Reason's Eyes, that still shou'd guide thee, / Then plungest down some Precipice unseen, / And art no more!--Hear me, all-gracious Heav'n!"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"It wounds my Heart / To think thou follow'st but to share my Ruin."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: February 22, 1723

"O Sir! reflect, if thus / The bare recital wounds your fancy now, / A yet more dreadful pain may pierce your heart!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: 1730

A beauteous face may be the index of a beauteous mind

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1731

"I am unpractis'd in the Arts of Court; / And my free Thoughts range open as my Eye-balls."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1736

"Awake, great Common Sense, and sleep no more, / Look to thy self; for then, when I was slain, / Thy self was struck at."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)