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."

— 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."

— 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."

— Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

Date: 1739

"My Heart flutters within me for Fear of him, like a Bird that's hunted in a Cage."

— Bellamy, Daniel, the Elder (b. 1687)

Date: 1753

"Come then, thou Cordial for sick Minds--Come to my Heart."

— 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!"

— 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...

— 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."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Dream on, till Vengeance wake thee, till thy Conscience / Bloated and swell'd, from Pleasure's guilty feast / Starts up aghast, turns suddenly upon thee, / And stings thee to the Heart."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)