Date: 1742

"Beware the counterfeit: in Passion's flame / Hearts melt; but melt like ice, soon harder froze."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"I wake, emerging from a sea of dreams / Tumultuous; where my wreck'd desponding thought, / From wave to wave of fancied misery, / At random drove, her helm of reason lost."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"A soul immortal, spending all her fires, / Wasting her strength in strenuous idleness, / Thrown into tumult, raptured, or alarm'd, / At aught this scene can threaten, or indulge, / Resembles ocean into tempest wrought, / To waft a feather, or to drown a fly."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, / Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. / As from the wing no scar the sky retains, / The parted wave no furrow from the keel, / So dies in human hearts the thought of death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"My soul is all a troubled sea, / I cannot find my rest in Thee."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1743

Reason "doth not foolishly say to us, be not glad, orbe not sorry, which would be as vain and idle, as to bid the purling River cease to run, or the raging Wind to blow"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

"He, the great Father, kindled at one flame / The world of rationals; one spirit pour'd / From Spirit's awful fountain; pour'd Himself / Through all their souls; but not in equal stream."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Thought borrows light elsewhere; from that first fire, / Fountain of animation, whence descends / Urania, my celestial guest!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"We bleed, we tremble; we forget, we smile: / The mind turns fool before the cheek is dry. / Our quick-returning folly cancels all; / As the tide rushing rases what is writ / In yielding sands, and smooths the letter'd shore."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1743

"Our funeral tears from different causes rise. / As if from separate cisterns in the soul, / Of various kinds, they flow."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)