Date: 1700, 1702

"This Gloom of horrid Night suits well my Soul, / Love, Sorrow, Conscious Worth, and Indignation, / Stir mad Confusion in my lab'ring Breast, / And I am all o're Chaos."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"Ten thousand dismal Fancies crowd my Thoughts."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"A Beam of Hope, / Strikes thro' my Soul, like the first Infant Light, / That glanc'd upon the Chaos."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"I wage not War with fair ones; / But wish you would efface those ugly Thoughts, / That live in your Remembrance to perplex you; / Let Joy, the native of your Soul return, / And Love's gay God sit smiling in your Eyes, / As e'rst he did."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"And all fires those that lighted up my Soul / Glory and bright Ambition languish now, / And leave me dark and gloomy as the Grave."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Thus a man's Face in the Glass is properly the 'Idea' of that Face; or when we seen any single Object, the little Picture or Image form'd at the bottom of the Eye may be properly call'd the 'Idea' of the thing seen; and by a Latitude in Expression the Picture of a Man or of any thing else, may b...

— Lee, Henry, (c.1644-1713)

Date: 1702

"True Friends ... have their Names engraven / In one anothers Hearts, which cannot be / Cancell'd or Raz'd by Earths vain obloquy"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1702

"When Friends converse together Face to Face; / Then freely they Unbosom their Requests, / And treasure Secrets in each others Breasts, / As in firm Cabinets, close lock'd, where none / Can find the Key, but only each his own."

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1702

"Shall then the seeming Beauty of this thing / So dis-ingage from Duty to the King / Of Glory, who alone should rule in Man? / The Heart should be his Throne."

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)