Date: 1745
"Wouldst thou receive them, other Thoughts there are, / On angel-wing, descending from above, / Which these, with art Divine, would counterwork, / And form celestial armour for thy peace."<
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1745
"Sense is the diamond, weighty, solid, sound; / When cut by Wit, it casts a brighter beam; / Yet, Wit apart, it is a diamond still."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1746, 1757
"Nay doubly curs'd be such a Breast of Steel, / Which never melted at Another's Woe."
preview | full record— Thompson, William (bap. 1712, d.c. 1766)
Date: September 27, 1746
"My virtue shows what 'twas the gods design'd, / By chance on Africk's clay they stamp'd a Roman mind."
preview | full record— Hervey, John, second Baron Hervey of Ickworth (1696-1743)
Date: 1746, 1753
"Not always, shall ambition's muddied brain / Work to perswade--yet, hold example vain!"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1748
"But how will this dismantled soul appear, / When stripped of all it lately held so dear, / Forced from its prison of expiring clay, / Afraid and shivering at the doubtful way?"
preview | full record— Leapor, Mary (1722-1746)
Date: 1748
"But should some swain more skillful than the rest, / his name on this cold marble breast, / Not rolling ages could deface that name."
preview | full record— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)
Date: w. 1740, 1748
"The flannel Crew / With cunning joy the fond repentance view, / Pronounce Him bless'd, his miracles proclaim, / Teach the slight croud t' adore his hallow'd name, / Exalt his praise above the Saints of old, / And coin his sinking conscience into Gold."
preview | full record— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)
Date: 1749
"When she, with all the Magnet's Pow'r, / Draws to her sweet enchanting Bow'r / Heroic Souls, and Hearts of Steel."
preview | full record— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)
Date: 1749
"Happy soul, as silver tried, / Silver seven times purified, / Love hath broke the rock of stone, / All thy hardness melted down"
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles