Date: 1762
"Du reste, renversant, détruisant, foulant aux pieds tout ce que les hommes respectent, ils ôtent aux affligés la dernière consolation de leur misère, aux puissants & aux riches le seul frein de leurs passions; ils arrachent du fond des coeurs le remords du crime, l’espoir de la vertu, & se vante...
preview | full record— Rousseau, Jean-Jacques (1712-1778)
Date: 1762
"If by the Day's illusive Scenes misled, / My erring Soul from Virtue’s Path has stray'd; / Snar'd by example, or by Passion warm'd, / Some false Delight my giddy Sense has charm'd, / My calmer Thoughts the wretched Choice reprove, / And my best Hopes are center'd in thy Love."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1762
"Oft' when thy better Spirit's guardian Care / Warn'd my fond Soul to shun the tempting Snare, / My stubborn Will his gentle Aid represt, / And check’d the rising Goodness in my Breast, / Mad with vain Hopes, or urg'd by false Desires, / Still'd his soft Voice, and quench'd his sacred Fires."
preview | full record— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)
Date: 1662, 1762
"Our soul is escaped even as a bird out of the snare of the fowler: the snare is broken, and we are delivered."
preview | full record— The Church of England
Date: 1762?
"My heart a cage of birds unclean, / Its old corrupt affections feels, / Its strong propensity to sin; / And God in me no longer dwells."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1762
"That work of faith the novice blind / Would fain, on fancy's horse, leap o'er, / A shorter way to Zion find, / And fight with sin--when sin's no more."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1763
"With curious art the brain, too finely wrought, / Preys on herself, and is destroy'd by thought"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1763
"My heart was lighter than a fly, / Like any bird I sung, / Till he pretended love, and I, / Believed his flattering tongue."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1763-4
A sudden slumber gently seal'd my eyes, / And wrapt my wearied limbs in soft repose; / Excursive Fancy wing'd her agile flight / Thro' the aerial mansions of the world; / Instant appear'd, portray'd upon my mind, / The fair Urania, clad in candid robe; / And bright around
preview | full record— Mr. P--y (fl. 1763)
Date: 1763
"If you now refuse, you have the heart of a tygress, and delight in the misery of others."
preview | full record— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)