Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"And as great Phoebus sometimes rages high, / And scorches with his Beams the sultry Sky: / So when the Heart with Rage, or flaming Ire, / Grows warm, or burns with Love's consuming Fire: / The catching Virals spread the Flames afar."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"As solid Shores contain the liquid Seas, / Just so the Stomach, a soft watry Mass, / Stagnates beneath and fills the lower Space: / Here, Winds, and Rains, and humid Vapours lie, / And these exhal'd with Heat, all upwards fly: / As mantling Clouds conceal the fickly Sun, / Dissolve in Dew and dr...

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Religion, free from Pomp, yet still Divine, / All Hearts and Eyes she conquers with her Charms, And with her Love the willing People warms."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710

A people may be "tempted by a Thousand Arts, / To stamp Mod'ration in their Hearts"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Now, when a mutual Flame you have reveal'd, / And the dear Union of our Souls is seal'd,"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1710

"But thy unerring Hands, with matchless Art / Have shewn my Eyes th'Impression in my Heart;"

— Congreve, William (1670-1729)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace / And Image of the Godhead."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"[N]o alloy / Of Flesh" can destroy the "sprightly Beauties" of the soul "Nor Death nor Fate can snatch the lasting Joy. / Through ev'ry Limb the active Spirit flows;
Diffusing Life and Vigour as it goes, / But is it self unmixt, and free from Dross"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Large is their Soul, and capable to take / The first Impression's Gain or Pleasure make"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Black Night comes on, and interrupts the Day, / E'er it can chase the Mists and Fogs away; / The Dregs of Flesh and Drossy Lees, o'errun / The Soul, and weigh the strugling Spirit down:"

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)