Date: 1712

" But as the Passions of the Human Mind / Must strictly be to Nature's Laws confin'd,"

— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)

Date: 1713

Thus o'er the dying Lamp th'unsteady Flame / Hang's quiv'ring on a Point, leap's off by Fits, / And fall's again, as loath to quit its Hold / --Thou must not go, my Soul still hover's o'er thee / And can't get loose."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Pardon a weak distemper'd Soul, that swells / With sudden Gusts, and sinks as soon in Calms, / The Sport of Passions."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Alas, thy Story melts away my Soul."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Whene'er he speaks of thee, his Heart's in Flames, / He sends out all his Soul in ev'ry Word, / And thinks, and talks, and looks like one transported."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Unhappy Youth! how will thy Coldness raise / Tempests and Storms in his afflicted Bosom! / I dread the Consequence."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"My Heart is wounded, when I see such Virtue / Afflicted by the Weight of such Misfortunes."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"His Passions and his Virtues lie confused, / And mixt together in so wild a Tumult, / That the whole Man is quite disfigur'd in him."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Ev'n now, while thus I stand blest in thy Presence, / A secret Damp of Grief comes o'er my Thoughts, / And I'm unhappy, tho' thou smilest upon me."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)