Date: 1739

"How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness, / When such a Wretch, as I appear to be, / Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, / And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"List, list, my Lord! / While thus his Soul's unseated, shook by Passion, / Cou'd we engage him to betray Gustavus."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"A gen'rous Mind, tho' sway'd a-while by Passion. / Is like the steely Vigour of the Bow, / Still holds its native Rectitude, and bends / But to recoil more forceful."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"I am all / That's left to calm, to sooth his troubled Soul, / To Penitence, to Virtue; and perhaps / Restore the better Empire o'er his Mind, / True Seat of all Dominion."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1744

"[O]ne would fancy he had chang'd his very Mind too, or, at least, made him leave his Memory in pawn, for the Overplus of Pride he has lent him"

— Ralph, James (1705-1762); original author: Thomas Tomkis (f. 1604-1615)

Date: 1745

"But when the Practice comes; when our fond Passions, / Pleasure and Pride and Self-Indulgence throw / Their magic Dust around, the Prospect roughens: / Then dreadful Passes, craggy Mountains rise, / Cliffs to be scal'd, and Torrents to be stem'd."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Distraction!--O my Soul!--Hold, Reason, hold / Thy giddy Seat--O this inhuman Outrage / Unhinges Thought!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"But from my Soul to banish, / While weeping Memory there retains her Seat, / Thoughts which the purest Bosom might have cherish'd, / Once my Delight, now even in Anguish charming, / Is more, alas! my Lord, than I can promise."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Forgive my Heat. / My rankled Mind, by Injuries inflam'd, / May be too prompt to take and give Offence."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1745

"Nought now has Charms or Terrors to my Breast, / The Seat of stupid Woe!"

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)