Date: 1714

"What charitable Hand will aid me now? / Will stay my failing Steps, support my Ruines, / And heal my wounded Mind with Balmy Comfort?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Tho' sure the Loss / Wou'd wound me to the Heart."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Read there the fatal Purpose of thy Foe, / A Thought which Wounds my Soul with Shame and Horror."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"O self-destroying Monster! that art blind, / Yet putt'st out Reason's Eyes, that still shou'd guide thee, / Then plungest down some Precipice unseen, / And art no more!--Hear me, all-gracious Heav'n!"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"It wounds my Heart / To think thou follow'st but to share my Ruin."

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: February 22, 1723

"O Sir! reflect, if thus / The bare recital wounds your fancy now, / A yet more dreadful pain may pierce your heart!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: 1730

"What dreadful havoc in the human breast / The passions make, when unconfin'd, and mad, / They burst, unguided by the mental eye, / The light of reason; which in various ways / Points them to good, or turns them back from ill."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1731

"I am unpractis'd in the Arts of Court; / And my free Thoughts range open as my Eye-balls."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1735

Reason may be "lull'd to Sleep by Idleness"

— Hildebrand, Jacob (1692/3-1739)

Date: 1739

"Ye Angels speak! / For ye alone are like her; or present / Such Visions pictur'd to the nightly Eye / Of Fancy trans'd in Bliss."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)