Date: 1693

"Condemn'd in this dark Prison must I here, / Watch till the Trumpet strike mine Ear? / Must I ne'er know thy Goodness and thy Love, / Because I did transgress thy Will above? / Must Clouds and Vapours still obscure my Mind?"

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"Some Glances of a State that's past I find, / Take up the Corners of my thoughtful Mind, / As cover'd Embers when they're blown, create / A Flame, and represent my former State."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"Musick alone inflames my drooping Mind; / Nay, she would mount her Wings, and fly away, / Not be confin'd to this dull Lump of Clay, / Did not the Charms of Musick most divine / Unite, and things so wide, so close combine."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"When I did first this charming object view, / Her Image in my Mind took Root & grew."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"From her blest Heart there flows a Line, / Which Nature made, and grapples mine. / Secret as that which tyes the Mind, / When to the Body 'tis confin'd"

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)

Date: 1693

"Would she but cast such quickning Beams on me, / I should her living Image be; / Look when she pleas'd, her Picture she would find / Deeply imprinted in my Mind."

— Hawkshaw, Benjamin (1671/2-1738)