Date: 1774

"Ye self-will'd herd, call Reason to unbend / Your ill-warp'd minds, and to her theme attend."

— Bennet, John (fl. 1774-1796)

Date: 1774

"For hell is center'd in my breast, / There still its hottest fervours burn"

— Blacklock, Thomas (1721-1791)

Date: 1775

"What fancied zone can circumscribe the Soul, / Who, conscious of the source from whence she springs, / By Reason's light on Resolution's wings, / Spite of her frail / companion, dauntless goes / O'er Libya's deserts and through Zembla's snows? "

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1775

The judgment may mend the plan drawn by fancy

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1775

"My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; / And in my breast the imperfect joys expire."

— Gray, Thomas (1716-1771)

Date: 1775

"Let Jervase gratis paint, and Frowd / Save Three-pence, and his Soul"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: w. c. 1751, 1775

"And see, with these is holy Friendship found, / With chrystal bosom open to the sight; / Her gentle hand fhall close the recent wound, / And fill the vacant heart with calm delight."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: w. c. 1749, 1775

"A solemn stillness creeps upon my soul, / And all its pow'rs in deep attention die."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1775

"How like a wanton lamb that careless play'd, / The shepherd and the fold forgotten quite, / My vagrant soul, in search of vain delight, / Many long years from her true Shepherd stray'd!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1776

Oblivion may throw "Her dark blank shades" o'er your mind

— Mickle, William Julius [formerly William Meikle] (1734-1788)