Date: 1733, 1748

"O falsely deemed the foe of sacred wit! / Thou [Memory], who the nurse and guardian art of it, / Laying it up till season due and fit."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"Where thou [Memory] art not, the cheerless human mind / Is one vast void, all darksome, sad, and blind; / No trace of anything remains behind."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"Still let my faithful Memory impart, / And deep engrave it on my grateful heart, / How just, and good, and excellent Thou art."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

Memory is a fountain of "endless joy"

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1748

"But the Dean did not know what sort of a Memory I had, when he entrusted me with his Verse: I had no occasion for any other copy, than what I had registered in the Book and Volume of my Brain."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1749

"Her gentle Sway no sanguine Wreath requir'd; / In Halcyon Hearts she fix'd her friendly Throne."

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: 1749

Man, ungoverned by reason or unguided by Instinct, may rush lawless and headlong, leaving "native Joy and gentle Peace behind"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: 1749

"Nature's bright Mirrour in thy Bosom shone"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: 1749

"Not all the Gems, which Indian Mines prepare, / Can with that Ruby in thy Soul compare: / Its bright'ning Blaze like Aaron's Breast shall shine, / Alike refulgent, and alike divine"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: 1749

"Not Rome's sad Ruins such Impressions leave, / As Reason bury'd in the Body's Grave:"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)