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: 1758

"If, therefore, you would be a musical and harmonious Person, whenever, in Parties of Drinking, the Soul is bedewed with Wine, suffer her not to go forth, and defile herself [like a snail]."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1758

"But when, in Parties of Conversation, she glows by the Beams of Reason, then command her [the soul] to speak from Inspiration and utter the Oracles of Justice [like a Grasshopper]."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1758

"In all Vice, Pleasure being presented like a Bait, draws sensual Minds to the Hook of Perdition."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1761, 1790

"Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight / She [the mind] looks abroad, and prunes herself for flight; / Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam / From this dull earth, and seek her native home."

— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)

Date: 1761

"To one genius it is necessary to give wings, and to another shackles; one should be spurred forward, another reined in; one should be encouraged, another intimidated; sometimes it should be checked, and at others assisted."

— Rousseau, Jean-Jacques (1712-1778); Kenrick, William (1729/30-1779)

Date: 1762

"Thy griefs pent up, have prey'd upon thy heart."

— Cradock, Joseph (1742-1826)

Date: 1765

"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1765

"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1765

"As when the greedy fowler's snare / The birds by providence elude, / Our souls are rescu'd from despair, / And their free flight renew'd."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)