Date: w. 1737, published 1738

"But when no Prelate's Lawn with Hair-shirt lin'd, / Is half so incoherent as my Mind, / When (each Opinion with the next at strife, / One ebb and flow of follies all my Life) / I plant, root up, I build, and then confound, / Turn round to square, and square again to round."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1739

The mind may wing "it heav'n-ward with extatic Mirth"

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1739

The mind's "elect interpreter" is "the Tongue"

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1739

The [soul?] may be taught by the brain instead of the breast

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1739

"Nor old Sir H***s, whose Soul is plung'd in Oar, / That Gold can't shut the Grave against Fourscore. "

— Miller, James (1704-1744)

Date: 1739

"Father, all thy Commands to do: / Ah deep engrave it on my Breast, / That I in Thee ev'n now am blest."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1739

"Thy wounds upon my heart impress, / Nor [a]ught shall the loved stamp efface"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1739

"O knit my thankful Heart to Thee, / And reign without a Rival there."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1739

"Hourly within my Breast renew / This holy Flame, this heav'nly Fire; / And Day and Night be all my Care / To guard this sacred Treasure there."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1739

"More hard than Marble is my Heart, / And foul with Sins of deepest Stain: / But Thou the mighty Saviour art, / Nor flow'd thy cleansing Blood in vain. / Ah! soften, melt this Rock, and may / Thy Blood wash all these Stains away."

— Wesley, John and Charles