Date: 1731
"Shalt thou inflame me thus,--Unseat my Soul; / Tear out wrong'd Patience from my bleeding Heart, / And work me into Tempest!"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1731
"Cou'd Reason's Force / Tear the unlicens'd Image from my Heart, / Or, patient, leave to Time, th'unhasten'd Means, / To bless my fierce Desires; Who knows what Chance, / Or Death, or Thought, or Woman's changeful Will, / Or my own conquer'd Wishes, may produce."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: June 1, 1732
"Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: June 1, 1732
"Ha! Distraction wild / Begins to wanton in my unhing'd Brain: / Methinks I'm mad, mad as a wild March Hare; / My muddy Brain is addled like an Egg, / My Teeth, like Magpies, chatter in my Head; / My reeling Head! which akes like any mad."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: February 3, 1735
"That a Grain of Good-nature will preponderate against an Ounce of Wit; a Heart full of Virtue against a Head full of Learning; and a Thimble-full of Content against a Chest full of Gold."
preview | full record— Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)
Date: 1739
"My Heart flutters within me for Fear of him, like a Bird that's hunted in a Cage."
preview | full record— Bellamy, Daniel, the Elder (b. 1687)
Date: 1753
"Come then, thou Cordial for sick Minds--Come to my Heart."
preview | full record— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)
Date: 1755
"Why did I not / Repent, while yet my Crimes were decibel! / Ere they had struck their Colours thro' my Soul, / As black as Night or Hell!"
preview | full record— Brown, John (1715-1766)
Date: 1761
"Why must I only answer thee with sighs? / What is it hangs thus heavy on my heart, / And weighs it down, when it should spring with joy? / Alas! 'tis conscience; 'tis the pride of honour; / 'Tis the severe condition of my fate, / Which makes it ruin to be lov'd by Tullia, / And warns me to suppr...
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)
Date: 1761
"O Love, thou wear'st a smiling Cupid's face, / Till we fond virgins take thee in our arms; / There warm'd, thou grow'st into an ugly fiend, / And strik'st a thousand daggers in our hearts."
preview | full record— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)