Date: 1769

"And still my soul they [cares] hold in pain, / Their cruel empire to maintain."

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: 1769

"Nor fill my stormy breast with ire."

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: 1769

Cares may "torment my tortur'd mind, / Leaving their rugged tracts behind"

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: May 7, 1772

"Conscience, that candid judge of right and wrong, / Will o'er the secrets of each heart preside, / Nor aw'd by pomp, nor tam'd by soothing song."

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: August 31, 1772

"For sure your head-piece is a mint / Whar wit's nae rare."

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: June 4, 1772, 1773

In the fields "peerless Fancy hads her court / And tunes her lays."

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: 1773

"What tho' no Objects strike upon the Sight,-- / Thy Sacred Presence is an inward Light."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: November 25, 1773

"You've seen me round the bickers reel / Wi' heart as hale as temper'd steel,"

— Fergusson, Robert (1750-1774)

Date: 1773

Materialist philosophers describe "scoring Traces on the Paper Soul, / Blank, shaven white, they fill th' unfurnish'd Pate / With new Idéas, none of them innate."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"What tho' no Sounds should penetrate the Ear,-- / To list'ning Thought the Voice of Truth is clear."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)