Date: 1792
"Much hist'ry in those tell-tale orbs we read! / What though no bigger than a button hole, / Yet what a wondrous window to the soul!"
preview | full record— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)
Date: 1805
"There, as those cells [Satan's myrmidons] empty found / Where brains in wiser pates abound, / They fill'd them with mephitic gas / From hell, which downward strove to pass, / But, gaining exit through the throat, / By leave of porter, Epiglott, / Vented itself in fustian storm / Rhetorical."
preview | full record— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)
Date: 1810
"And yet, my heart, within thy silent cell / Dwells a fair image which is lovelier still."
preview | full record— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)