Date: 1729

"O man! thy fabric's like a well-form'd state; / Thy thoughts, first-rank'd, were sure design'd the great!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Passions plebeians are, which faction raise; / Wine, like pour'd oil, excites the raging blaze: / Then giddy anarchy's rude triumphs rise: / Then sov'reign reason from her empire flies."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"That ruler [Reason] once depos'd, wisdom and wit, / To noise and folly, place and pow'r submit."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Like a frail bark thy weaken'd mind is tost, / Unsteer'd, unbalanc'd, till its wealth is lost."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"The doom'd desert to av'rice stands confess'd; / Her eyes averted are, and steel'd her breast."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"A deep damp gloom o'erspreads the murky cell; / Here pining thoughts, and secret terrors dwell!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"O'er my sunk spirits frowns a vap'ry scene, / Woe's dark retreat! the madding maze of spleen!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Above, beneath, across, around, [fantastic lightnings] fly! / A dire deception strikes the mental eye!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Zephyrs, that oft, where lovers list'ning lie, / Along the grove, in melting music die, / And in lone caves to minds poetic roll / Seraphic whispers, that abstract the soul."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway, / Still on strange visionary land I stray."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)