Date: 1753

"So, gold, pernicious in its nature, may, / By souls, like yours, be bent a nobler way:/ Thus, as the needle, by magnetic force, / Once touch'd, still, to the magnet guides its course. / Trembling, while wand'ring thence, and finds no rest, / 'Till clasp'd, and fastened, to its darling breast."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1753

"When Flora sweeps the Table with a Vole, / What Breast so steel'd as Grief can not invade, / To see the Havock on her Beautys made!"

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)