Date: 1706

"'Till then be kind, and leave me to my self; / Leave me to vent the Fulness of my Breast, / Pour out the Sorrows of my Soul alone, / And sigh my self, if possible, to Peace."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1707

"Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Hell trembles at the Sight, and hides its Head / In utmost Darkness, while on Earth each Heart, / Like mine, is fill'd with Peace and Joy unutterable."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought, / Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self; / Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art, / And paint some pleasing Image to delight me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1713

"My Memory is pretty well stocked with Terms of Art, and I can talk unintelligibly."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"But oh! my Friends, your Safety fills my Heart / With anxious Thoughts: A thousand secret Terrors, / Rise in my Soul."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"My Memory is pretty well stocked with Terms of Art, and I can talk unintelligibly."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1715

"The Man's Passion is now at the Top, and Things cannot long stand at the Top; it is an old Observation I have made, that when the Pot boils over, it cools it self:--But then the Fat's all in the Fire--Ay! that is not as it shou'd be--she shou'd encourage him a little, or the hot Fit will be over...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Oh, the excessive Joy that fills my Soul with Thoughts of my approaching Happiness."

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1718

"There's not room in a Woman's Heart for more than one Object at a time."

— Molloy, Charles (d. 1767)