Date: 1761

"My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound."

— 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

"The storm is past; / Sorrows as deep, tho' calmer, now succeed; / My soul shuts out each soft and joyful sense, / Ev'n Love itself, to entertain thy wrongs."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1762

"One only hope remains, that you, my first and dearest friend, will not abandon me; that whatever cloud of melancholy may hang over my mind, yet you will still bear with me, and remove your abode to a place where I may have the consolation of your company."

— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)

Date: 1762, 1781

"SUFFOLK's Daughter sinks not with her Woe: / Beneath it's Weight I feel myself resign'd; / Tho' strong the Tempest, stronger still my Mind."

— Keate, George (1729-1797)

Date: 1762

"Till then the hope, by Damon's vows betray'd, / And wand'ring long on Passion's stormy seas, / By his unerring guidance safely led, / Shall fix her anchor on the rock of Peace."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1762

"Pure from th' eternal Source of Being came / That Ray divine that lights the human Frame: / Yet oft, forgetful of it's heavenly Birth, / It sinks obscur'd beneath the Weight of the Earth: / Mechanic Pow'rs retard it's Flight, and hence / The Storms of Passion, and the Clouds of Sense: / 'Tis Lif...

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: September 1762; 1774

"And every Moralist will find / A ruling passion in the mind: / Which, tho' pent up and barricado'd / Like winds, where Æolus bravado'd; / Like them, will sally from their den, / And raise a tempest now and then; / Unhinge dame Prudence from her plan, / And ruffle all the world of man."

— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)

Date: 1762

"I cannot reach that heavenly shore, / The gusts of passion rise / So fierce, so high the billows roll, / And on this long afflicted soul / So huge a tempest lies"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1763

"The once smiling scene has a melancholy gloom, which strikes a damp through my inmost soul."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)