Date: 1753

"Herald vengeance! swift arise! / Shell, with steel, thy flinty heart!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1753

"But will you fly the heroe you approve? / And steel your heart against a prince you love?"

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1753

"When Flora sweeps the Table with a Vole, / What Breast so steel'd as Grief can not invade, / To see the Havock on her Beautys made!"

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: 1753

"But their Hearts were steel'd by Custom."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"The clouded minds are purify'd at last."

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1753

"But when the circling seasons as they roll, / Have cleans'd the dross long-gather'd round the soul; / When the celestial fire divinely bright, / Breaks forth victorious in her native light;""

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: January 28, 1753

"I have heard that his understanding was rather hurt by the absolute retirement in which he lived, and indeed he had an imagination too lively to be trusted to itself; the treasures of it were inexhaustible, but for want of commerce with mankind he made that rich oar into bright but useless medal...

— Montagu [née Robinson], Elizabeth (1718-1800)

Date: 1753

"Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1753

"Worthy possess'd my will--my Lord my eye, / Grinly my spleen--my scorn Sir Lubberly. / Chip had my laughter;--every Man his part, / And room for forty more, in woman's heart."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1753

"Over-cramm'd / With self, and surfeiting on brief success, / The narrow-compass'd heart wants room, for taste."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)