Date: 1714
"Time presses, and a thousand crowding Thoughts / Break in at once; this Way and that they snatch, / They tear my hurry'd Soul. All claim Attention, / And yet not one is heard."
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
I have a Thought--but wherefore said I one, / I have a thousand Thoughts all up in Arms, / Like populous Towns disturb'd at dead of Night, / That mixt in Darkness bustle to and fro, / As if their Business were to make Confusion.
preview | full record— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Date: 1715
"Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave"
preview | full record— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)