Date: 1764
"The stars, who, by I know not what strange right, / Preside o'er mortals in their own despite, / Who, without reason, govern those who most / (How truly, judge from thence!) of reason boast, / And, by some mighty magic yet unknown, / Our actions guide, yet cannot guide their own."
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1764
"The moon, who holds o'er night her silver reign" is "Regent of tides, and mistress of the brain"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1764?
"Whether we will or no, Through reason's court doth [the word lord] unquestion'd go"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1764?
"Judge Reason view'd him with an eye of grace, / Look'd through his soul, and quite forgot his face"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1764, 1773
"But thou, my friend! while in thy youthful soul / Love's gentle tyrant seats his aweful throne, / Write from thy bosom--let not art controul / The ready pen, that makes his edicts known."
preview | full record— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)
Date: January, 1764; 1774
Genius "Turns rebel to dame reason's throne / And holds no judgment like his own."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)
Date: March 1764, 1774
"While Favour with a Syren's smile, / Which might Ulysses self beguile, / Presents the sparkling bright libation, / The nectar of intoxication; / And summoning her every grace / Of winning charms, and chearful face, / Smiles away Reason from his throne, / And makes his votaries her own."
preview | full record— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)
Date: 1765 [1764]
"Arriving there, he sought the gloomiest shades, as best suited to the pleasing melancholy that reigned in his mind."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1765, 1770
"Great is the soul which fears no vulgar awe, / But proves with pride that love's her first, great law."
preview | full record— Thompson, Edward (1738-1786)
Date: 1765
"Thro' rooted vice my spirits fail, / Which o'er my heart an empire wins, / O let thy mercy countervail / To cover all our sins."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)