Date: 1743

"This wings its Way to its Almighty Source, / The Witness of its Actions, now its Judge: / That drops into the dark and noisome Grave, / Like a disabled Pitcher of no Use."

— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)

Date: 1743

"Here garrulous Old Age winds up his Tale; / And jovial Youth of lightsome vacant Heart, / Whose ev'ry Day was made of Melody, / Hears not the Voice of Mirth."

— Blair, Robert (1699-1746)

Date: 1743

"Our funeral tears from different causes rise. / As if from separate cisterns in the soul, / Of various kinds, they flow."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1744

"Burn this paper, I conjure you, the moment you have read it; but lay the contents of it up in your heart never to be forgotten."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1744, 1753

"I believe, the Man, who has, with any moderate Degree of Carefulness, examined his own Mind, will not think the Discovery very new, that our Inclinations often stifle and render abortive Images beginning to arise in our Minds, and place others in their room"

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)

Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"For such the bounteous providence of heaven, / In every breast implanting this desire / Of objects new and strange, to urge us on / With unremitted labour to pursue / Those sacred stores that wait the ripening soul, / In Truth's exhaustless bosom."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"Yet indistinct, / In vulgar bosoms, and unnotic'd lie / These pleasing stores, unless the casual force / Of things external prompt the heedless mind / To recognize her wealth."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"Hitherto the stores, / Which feed thy mind and exercise her powers, / Partake the relish of their native soil, / Their parent earth."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1745

"And tho' each Day increas'd his curious Store / Thought his capacious Soul had room for more"

— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)

Date: 1745

"Such is the world Lorenzo's wisdom wooes, / And on its thorny pillow seeks repose; / A pillow which, like opiates ill-prepared, / Intoxicates, but not composes; fills / The visionary mind with gay chimeras, / All the wild trash of sleep, without the rest; / What unfeign'd travail, and what dream...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)