Date: 1745

"But from my Soul to banish, / While weeping Memory there retains her Seat, / Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd, / Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming, / Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Rouse thee, for Shame! and if a Spark of Virtue / Lies slumbering in thy Soul, bid it blaze forth; / Nor sink unequal to the glorious Lesson, / This Day thy Lover gave thee from his Throne."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"For the fair Peace, / The tender Joys of Hymeneal Love, / May Jealousy awak'd, and fell Remorse, / Pour all their fiercest Venom thro' his Breast!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Wild as Winds, / And fighting Seas, he raves. His Passions mix, / With ceaseless Rage, all in each giddy Moment."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"The Man, whom Heaven appoints / To govern others, should himself first learn / To bend his Passions to the Sway of Reason."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"At first his Passions burst / Quick as the Lightning's Flash: but in his Breast / Honour and Justice dwell--Trust me, to Reason / He will return."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Bear Witness, Heaven! Thou Mind-inspecting Eye! / My Breast is pure."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Forgive my Heat. / My rankled Mind, by Injuries inflam'd, / May be too prompt to take and give Offence."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Nought now has Charms or Terrors to my Breast, / The Seat of stupid Woe!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

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

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)