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)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Can the Queen / Pierce to the close recesses of the soul? / Are thoughts there visible, like children's toys / Kept in a chrystal case?"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: June 22, 1731

"A heavy Melancholy clouds my Spirits; my Imagination is fill'd with gashly Forms of dreary Graves, and Bodies chang'd by Death,--when the pale lengthen'd Visage attracks each weeping Eye,--and fills the musing Soul, at once, with Grief and Horror, Pity and Aversion."

— Lillo, George (1691/3-1739)