Date: 1731

"Passion's Tide / Bears him a-slant, and must, a while, have Way."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Rage and Despair have broke upon my Soul, / And wash'd away all Patience."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"To Night he means, when Triumph's weary Noise / Is hush'd in Darkness, and my Mind, unbent, / Has room for mighty Pleasure, to surprize me; / To pour upon my unexpecting Soul / A Tide of Gladness."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1733

"There St. John mingles with my friendly Bowl, / The Feast of Reason and the Flow of Soul."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733

"I love to pour out all myself, as plain / As downright Shippen, or as old Montagne. / In them, as certain to be lov'd as seen, / The Soul stood forth, nor kept a Thought within; / In me what Spots (for Spots I have) appear, / Will prove at least the Medium must be clear."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"Who heaves old Ocean, and who wings the storms, / Pours fierce Ambition in a Caesar's mind."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1734

"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"Our Depths who fathoms, or our Shallows finds? / Quick Whirls, and shifting Eddies, of our minds?"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733-4

"Self-Love but serves the virtuous Mind to wake, / As the small Pebble stirs the peaceful Lake, / The Centre mov'd, a Circle strait succeeds, / Another still, and still another spreads."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)