Date: 1713

When music plays, "Intestine war no more our Passions wage, / And giddy Factions hear away their rage."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1713

"Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Imperial Reason keeps her awful Throne, / Above the Tumult reigns unmov'd alone: / At her Command intestine Discords cease, / And all th' inferiour Pow'rs lie hush'd in Peace."

— Trapp, Joseph (1679-1747)

Date: 1713

"Since we have made this Breach in her Heart, my Lad, there is now no fear of gaining the Citadel."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1714

"Oh Jealousie! Thou Bane of pleasing Friendship, / Thou worst Invader of our tender Bosoms; / How does thy Rancour poison all our Softness, / And turn our gentle Natures into Bitterness."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714, 1735

" What cruel Dæmon haunts my tortur'd Mind? / Sure, if 'twere Love, I shou'd th'Invader find;"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: 1715-1720

"Vain Dreams of Conquest" may swell the haughty Mind

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

" The haughtiest Hearts at length their Rage resign, / And Gifts can conquer ev'ry Soul but thine."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715

In death "all to the same Dungeon are confin'd" and "No Busie Thoughts invade the Labouring Mind"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1717

"Bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, / The last, and hardest, conquest of the mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)