Date: 1745

"And tho' each Day increas'd his curious Store / Thought his capacious Soul had room for more"

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1745

"All these Pleasures of his Breast should die, / The Beams of Science from his Soul retire / And fade, extinguish'd by a nobler Fire, / As kindled Wood, howe'er its Flames may rise, / When the bright Sun appears, in Embers dies."

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1745

"Minerva sudden from his Soul was fled, / And Venus reign'd successive in her stead."

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1745

"Soon as his Breast receiv'd the potent Ray, / Whate'er possest it, instantly gave way; / As in the Wood before the Lightning's Beam, / Perish the Leaves, and the whole Tree is Flame."

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1745

"Then tell me, is your soul intire? / Does wisdom calmly hold her throne? / Then can you question each desire, / Bid this remain, and that begone?"

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1745

"Truth stamps conviction in the mind, / All doubts and fears are left behind, / And peace and joy at once an entrance find."

— Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

Date: 1745

"But thou whose eye, from passion's film refin'd, / Can see true greatness in an honest mind."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1745

"Like mighty rivers, with resistless force / The passions rage, obstructed in their course; / Swell to new heights, forbidden paths explore, / And drown those virtues which they fed before."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1745

"But SATIRE's arrow searches ev'ry breast: / She plays a ruling passion on the rest"

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1745

"Lo! Shaftsb'ry rears her [Satire] high on reason's throne, / And loads the slave with honours not her own."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)