Date: June, 1756

"I sent back memory, in heedful guise, / To search the records of preceding years; / Home, like the raven to the ark, she flies, / Croaking bad tidings to my trembling ears."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1757-9

"'Tis said, when Japhet's Son began / To mould the Clay, and fashion Man, / He stole from every Beast a Part, / And fix'd the Lion in his Heart."

— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [Editor]

Date: 1759

A Logician is "one, that has been broke / To Ride and Pace his Reason by the Booke, And by their Rules, and Precepts, and Examples, / To put his wits into a kind of Trammells."

— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)

Date: 1759

"Mankind's the same to Beasts and Fouls / That Devils are to Humane Soules, / Who therefor, when like Fiends th' appeare, / Avoyd and Fly with equal feare."

— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)

Date: 1759

"If you, these moral Truths, would comprehend, / To moral Writers, your Attention lend; / By reading them, you'll Wisdom's Honey gain, / And with her golden Stores, inrich your Brain."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Soul, without Body, its swift Flight can steer, / Beyond the Planets, to the starry Sphere; / O, with what Rapture, will she soar above, / And rais'd on Wings of Contemplation rove!"

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Fair Pupil, shake off Soul-depressing Vice, / That wing'd with Faith, your Soul may upward rise / Fly from alluring Snares of guileful Joy, / Let Reason's pure Delights your Mind employ."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Their [pedants'] constant overstraining of the Mind / Distorts the Brain, as Horses break their Wind / Or rude Confusions of the Things they read / Get up, like noxious Vapours, in the Head, / Until they have their constant Wanes and Fulls, / And Changes in the Insides of their Skulls."

— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)

Date: 1760?

The Grace teaches "When to check the sportive Vein; / When to Fancy give the Rein."

— Langhorne, John (1735-1779)

Date: 1760

"O happy stroke, that bursts the bonds of clay, / Darts through the rending gloom the blaze of day, / And wings the soul with boundless flight to soar, / Where dangers threat, and fears alarm no more."

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)