Date: 1753

"He combats Passion, rooted in the Soul, / Whose Powers at once delight ye and controul; / Whose Magic Bondage each lost Slave enjoys, / Nor wishes Freedom, tho' the Spell destroys."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Ye Slaves of Passion, and ye Dupes of Chance, / Wake all your Pow'rs from this destructive Trance!"

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Cards were at first for Benefits design'd, / Sent to amuse, and not enslave the Mind."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Afflictions such as hers are prying, and lend those Eyes that read the Soul."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"But Memory will be busy; still crouding on my Thoughts, to sour the Present by the Past."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"A thousand Fiends were in that Bosom, and all let loose to tempt me--I had resisted else."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"He found me happiest of the Happy. Fortune and Honour crown'd me; and Love and Peace liv'd in my Heart. One Spark of Folly lurk'd there; That too he found; and by deceitful Breath blew it to Flames that have consum'd me."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"I have thought long of this; and my first Feelings were like yours; a foolish Conscience aw'd me, which soon I conquer'd."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Tis well you have a Heart of Stone, the Tale wou'd melt it else."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1753

"Come then, thou Cordial for sick Minds--Come to my Heart."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)