Date: 1774
"Here lies honest William, whose heart was a mint, / While the owner ne'er knew half the good that was in't."
preview | full record— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)
Date: 1777
"My pineal gland could you but view, / You'd scarce believe your eyes see true: / There's such a jumble; good and bad, / All sorts of thoughts, may there be had; / Like broker's shop, where we may find / Goods that belong to half mankind."
preview | full record— Savage, Mary (fl. 1763-1777)
Date: 1777
"Thus oft, from shop of brain, I try / To throw the dirt and rubbish by; / But still they gain their former state, / Or leave a vacuum in the pate."
preview | full record— Savage, Mary (fl. 1763-1777)
Date: 1767, 1778
"To human frames these structures seem akin, / With aspect fair, while reason rules within."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1778
God, "Who view'st each thought yet lab'ring in my mind, / Say, in what secret cell,
/ Far from the glance of feeble human kind, / Doth pure religion dwell?"
preview | full record— Ellis, George (1753-1815)
Date: 1767, 1778
"Here science, like the sun, see radiant rise, / With intellectual beam, through mental skies, / To gild, to gladden all th' improving space, / With taste, with candor, learning, sense, and grace; / To light up all the mind's remotest cells, / Where fancy fledges, and where genius dwells."
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: August 4, 1778
"Behold! the soul shall waft away, / Whene'er we come to die, / And leave its cottage made of clay, / In twinkling of an eye."
preview | full record— Hammon, Jupiter (1711-c.1800)
Date: w. c. 1779
"[T]hen prudence took her Seat / Within the Soul, and reign'd in Virtue's room."
preview | full record— Crabbe, George (1754-1832)
Date: January 1, 1779
"There [to Heaven's Regions] when the soul, in search of purer day, / Loos'd from mortality's impris'ning clay / Shall swifter than the forked lightning dart."
preview | full record— Anstey, Christopher (1724-1805)
Date: 1780
A friend's "influence hovers o'er the panting heart ... Till the pain'd, prison'd mind shall rise, / And drop her feeble mansion in the dust, / To claim thy promis'd bliss beyond the skies"
preview | full record— Steele, Anne (1717-1778)