Date: 1795

"The passions are the wings of spirit. Cold tranquillity the grave of thought"

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1795

"The mind of man, when disturbed, is a chaos, 'without form and void.' His ideas take no shape, or the formation he tries at swiftly dies."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1795

"Millions of chimeras floated on my imagination all were rejected in speedy succession ere they became old enough to take the colour of reason; yet fancy will be busy till we are no more."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796

"These feeble sounds / Give not my soul's rich meaning; or my thought / Rises too boldly o'er the human line / Of alphabets (misused)."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796

Stamp every act?

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796

"No drug, nor juice of all the acid tribe, / Can move the Tints, which Glassy Pores imbibe; / So no mean prejudice, no bribes, nor art, / Efface th' Impressions of an Upright Heart."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"Behold the wretch, who from that cavern [a madhouse?--"Sad habitation of the lost, insane"] flies, / Hell in his heart, destruction in his eyes"

— Merry, Robert (1755-1798)

Date: February 2, 1796

"But hope is the string that rides a sailor's heart--So, heave a-head, my lads."

— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)

Date: February 2, 1796

"Her heart's like a lemon, so nice, / She carves for each lover a slice."

— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)

Date: 1796

"Say, ye who balance things in reason's scale, / Does Magnanimity soar a pitch more high, / When Majesty listens to a trifler's tale?-- / Or when Humanity scorns to hurt a fly?"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)