Date: 1742

"Lorenzo! no; the thought of death indulge; / Give it its wholesome empire! let it reign, / That kind chastiser of thy soul in joy!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Its reign will spread thy glorious conquests far, / And still the tumults of thy ruffled breast: / Auspicious era! golden days, begin!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven, / By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? / By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified? / Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread, / What though my soul fantastic measures trod / O'er fairy fields; or mourn'd along the gloom / Of pathless woods; or, down the craggy steep / Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; / Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, / W...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"So bounded are its haughty lord's delights / To Woe's wide empire; where deep troubles toss, / Loud sorrows howl, envenom'd passions bite, / Ravenous calamities our vitals seize, / And threatening fate wide opens to devour."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: w. December 1742, 1760

"Honour erected in thy breast its throne, / And kind Humanity was all thy own."

— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)

Date: w. 1739, 1742

"Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind."

— Collins, William (1721-1759)

Date: 1742

"Where heav'nly Reason with her temperate Light, / Teaches th'unbiass'd Mind to judge aright / There Property secure enjoys her own; / There Conscience sits untroubl'd on her Throne"

— Boyse, Samuel (1708-1749)

Date: 1742

" But what supreme joy in the victories over vice as well as misery, when, by virtuous example or wise exhortation, our fellow-creatures are taught to govern their passions, reform their vices, and subdue their worst enemies, which inhabit within their own bosoms?"

— Hume, David (1711-1776)

Date: 1742

"Surely He shall the mourner cheer, / And make the broken heart His throne; / Shall break it first, and then bind up."

— Wesley, John and Charles