Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]

"hese thoughts which my fingers write, and which I express with incredible pleasure, and repeat again and again, speak from the bottom of my heart, and from the incurable wound which you have made in it; a wound which I bless a thousand times, notwithstanding the cruel torment I endure for your a...

— Anonymous

Date: 1712 [1706-1721]

"Sir, said the young man, for God’s sake do not stop me, let me go, I cannot without horror look upon that abominable barber; though he is born in a country where all the natives are whites, he resembles an Ethiopian; and when all is come to all, his soul is yet blacker and yet more horrible than...

— Anonymous

Date: 1742

"The soul is on a rack; the rack of rest, / To souls most adverse; action all their joy."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"A night that glooms us in the noon-tide ray, / And wraps our thought, at banquets, in the shroud."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Warnings point out our danger; gnomons, time: / As these are useless when the sun is set; / So those, but when more glorious Reason shines. / Reason should judge in all; in Reason's eye, / That sedentary shadow travels hard."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Thought, too, deliver'd, is the more possess'd: / Teaching we learn; and giving we retain / The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Through chinks, styled organs, dim Life peeps at light; / Death bursts the' involving cloud, and all is day; / All eye, all ear, the disembodied power."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven, / By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? / By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified? / Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Yet man (fool man!) here buries all his thoughts; / Inters celestial hopes without one sigh."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"All men think all men mortal but themselves; / Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate / Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)