Date: 1745

"Conscience, her first law broken, wounded lies; / Enfeebled, lifeless, impotent to good; / A feign'd affection bounds her utmost power."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Tis the cradle of the Soul, / From Instinct sent, to rock her in disease, / Which her physician, Reason, will not cure."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"With inward eyes, and silent as the grave, / They stand collecting every beam of thought, / Till their hearts kindle with Divine delight; / For all their thoughts, like angels seen of old / In Israel's dream, come from, and go to, heaven."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Thy Thoughts are vagabonds; all outward-bound, / Mid sands, and rocks, and storms, to cruise for pleasure; / If gain'd, dear-bought; and better miss'd than gain'd."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Canst thou be silent? No; for Wit is thine; / And Wit talks most when least she has to say, / And Reason interrupts not her career."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)