Date: April 18, 1721

"If cold white Mortals censure this great Deed, / Warn them, they judge not of superior Beings / Souls made of Fire, and Children of the Sun, / With whom Revenge is Virtue."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1724, 1787

"Sure thou wilt weep, and tender sorrows feel; / Nor flint thy heart, nor is thy breast of steel."

— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)

Date: 1726

"My breast, O WALPOLE, glows with grateful fire / The streams of Royal bounty, turn'd by Thee, / Refresh the dry domains of poesy."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1727, 1787

"Oak was his heart, his breast with steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle keel / Committed to the murtherous deep."

— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)

Date: 1727, 1728

A young man may be "Possess'd of every virtue, grace, and art, / That claims just empire o'er the female heart"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1727, 1787

"Let us the soul in even balance bear; / Content with what we have, and what we are!"

— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)

Date: 1728

"And gold refined The sated mind, / Fastidious, turns to perfect dross."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1728

"Can gold calm passion, or make reason shine? / Can we dig peace or wisdom from the mine?"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1730

"Britannia's state what bounds confine? / (Of rising thought O golden mine!) / Mountains, Alps, streams, gulfs, oceans, set no bound."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1730

"Thou golden chain 'twixt God and men, / Bless'd Reason! guide my life and pen."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)