Date: 1745

"O how I could reproach Thee, Sigismunda! / Pour out my injur'd Soul in just Complaints!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"The conscious Mind is its own awful World."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"But now not all my partial Heart can plead, / Shall ever shake th' unalterable Dictates / That tyrannize my Breast."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Yes, yes Inhuman! / Since thy Barbarian Heart is steel'd by Pride, / Shut up to Love and Pity, here behold me / Cast on the Ground, a vile and abject Wretch!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Off! Traitors! off! or my distracted Soul / Will burst indignant from this Jail of Nature! / To where she beckons yonder."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Ha! my Brain / Is all on fire! a wild Abyss of Thought!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Behold the fatal Work of my dark Hand, / That by rude Force the Passions would command, / That ruthless sought to root them from the Breast; / They may be rul'd, but will not be opprest."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1755

"If ever gentle Pity touch'd thy Heart, / Now let it melt!"

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1755

"Thy Words have shot like Lightning through my Frame; / And all my Soul's on Fire!"

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1755

"Thy Soul will kindle, / And Passion mount in Flames that will consume thee."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)