Date: 1704

"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire, / By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire; / But strives in vain!"

— Tate, Nahum (c. 1652-1715)

Date: 1704

"Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel, / And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!"

— Tate, Nahum (c. 1652-1715)

Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]

"Dear object of my soul, cries he, with a feeble voice, receive my faith with this hand, while I assure you with the other, that my heart shall for ever preserve the fire with which it burns for you."

— Anonymous

Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]

"On the one hand, they make me shed tears in abundance; and, on the other, they inflame my heart with a fire which supports it, and hinders me to die of grief."

— Anonymous

Date: 1706, 1715 [1706-1721]

"Yes, I love you, my dear soul, and shall account it my glory to burn all my days with that sweet fire you have kindled in my heart."

— Anonymous

Date: 1708

"Now, when this Form prevails to such a degree that all others are nothing before it, but it remains alone, so as to consume, with the glory of its Light, whatsoever stands; in it's way; then it is properly compared to those Glasses, which reflect Light upon themselves, and burn every thing else;...

— Ockley, Simon (bap. 1679, d. 1720)

Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"And as great Phoebus sometimes rages high, / And scorches with his Beams the sultry Sky: / So when the Heart with Rage, or flaming Ire, / Grows warm, or burns with Love's consuming Fire: / The catching Virals spread the Flames afar."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1712

"The Sun (when Summer-heats the Spring succeed) / Changes the tarnish'd Verdure of the Mead: / The dry'd up Rills no longer murmuring creep / O'er the smooth Pebbles, and invite to sleep, / But buzzing Insects make an uncouth Noise, / And sulph'rous Vapours thunder in the Skies. / So when the Hea...

— Cobb, Samuel (1675-1713); Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718); Quillet, Claudius (fl.1640-1656)

Date: 1712, 1719

"God of the Grape, I'll wisely use / Thy heav'nly Gifts, nor will disclose / Thy sacred Rites; do thou asswage / My burning Soul, and curb thy Rage: / Lest to new hateful Crimes I run: / Lest Vanity seize Reason's Throne, / And wretched I to open Day / The Secrets of the Night betray, / And my He...

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)