Date: 1743

"In that dread Moment, how the frantick Soul / Raves round the Walls of her Clay Tenement, / Runs to each Avenue, and shrieks for Help, / But shrieks in vain!"

— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)

Date: 1760, 1850

"Yet still in fancy's painted cells / The soul-inflaming image dwells."

— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)

Date: 1765

"O ye pure inmates of the gentle breast, / Truth, Freedom, Love, O where is your abode?"

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1766

"Curse not the king, yea, no not in thy thought, / Nor in thy closet curse the rich for ought"

— Nicol, Alexander (bap. 1703)

Date: 1766

"Her breast is like a cabinet of goud, / Wherein the richest jewels are bestow'd"

— Nicol, Alexander (bap. 1703)

Date: 1771, 1776

"Fain to implore the aid of Flattery's screen, / Even from thyself thy loathsome heart to hide, / (The mansion then no more of joy serene), / Where fear, distrust, malevolence, abide, / And impotent desire, and disappointed pride?"

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1808

"No gossip in my faithful heart / Shall ever occupy her room"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1891

"And it did store the mind with furniture -- / In forms antique, forbidding peaceful slumber, / But morticed well, and fashioned to endure, / Hard to get into, or out of heads they cumber"

— Smith, Walter Chalmers (1824-1908)