Date: 1784, 1804

"The apostle well knew, by his own experience, that Satan would lay strong siege to such souls; and he knew for a truth that, if one sin found acceptance and entertainment in the soul, that sin when it had engrossed the affections, would let in many more, and consequently leave a ga...

— Huntington, William (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1804

"When this is the case the hedge (to our feelings) is broken down, and we lie exposed to every temptation; as says the Psalmist--'Why hast thou broken down her hedges, so that all they that pass by the way do pluck her?' Psal. lxxx. 12"

— Huntington, William (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1804

" When thus entangled we try to resist, but are still rebuffed or beaten back; this causes rebellion and murmuring to take possession of our hearts."

— Huntington, William (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1804

"[A]nd that the altogether lovely Saviour might be enthroned, exalted, and admired, in the throne of their hearts"

— Huntington, William (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1804

"But his spiritual kingdom is not of this world; the throne of grace is in heaven; his laws are from heaven, and written in the minds of all his subjects."

— Huntington, William (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1787

The headlong rout's misguided rage may wage equal combat with the firm phalanx (of reasoning calms placid sense)

— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1787

Temperate thought may cool glowing passions and "bow the swelling heart to reason's rule"

— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)

Date: 1784, 1787

"His mind to gentler thoughts he tries to move, / and conquer strong renown by stronger love"

— Pye, Henry James (1745-1813)

Date: 1784

The partial Muse, has from my earliest hours / Smil'd on the rugged path I'm doom'd to tread, / And still with sportive hand has snatch'd wild flowers, / To weave fantastic garlands for my head: / But far, far happier is the lot of those / Who never learn'd her dear delusive art; / Which, while i...

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1784

Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair, / Are the fond visions of thy early day, / Till tyrant passion, and corrosive care, / Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!"

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)