Date: 1773

"But was it made for nothing else beside / Passions to draw, and Reason to be Guide? / Was so much Art employ'd to drag and drive / Nothing within the Vehicle alive? / No seated Mind that claims the moving Pew, / Master of Passions, and of Reason too?"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"The grand Contrivance why so well equip / With strength of Passions, rul'd by Reason's Whip?"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"Yet of etherial temper are their souls, / And in their veins the tide of honour rolls; / And valour kindles there the hero's flame, / Contempt of death, and thirst of martial flame. / And pity melts the sympathizing breast, / Ah! fatal virtue!—for the brave distrest."

— Day, Thomas (1748-1789)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

"The human Spirit, when it burns and shines, / 'Lamp of Jehovah" Solomon defines. / Now, as a Vessel, to contain the Whole, / This 'Lamp' denotes the Body, Oil the Soul"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

"Your Doctor's Potion, Patience, and the Bark, / May hit both mental, and material Mark; / One serves to keep the Ague from the Mind, / As t'other does, from its corporeal Rind."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

One may learn "her Lesson from within" and "There […] read the Characters imprest / Upon the Mind of ev'ry human Breast,-- / The native Laws prescrib'd to every Soul, / And Love, the One Fulfiller of the Whole."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"Such were the working thoughts which swelled the breast / Of generous BOSWEL."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1774

"That Bride, if reason may presume / To judge by things past, things to come, / In future times will tread the stage, / Equally form'd for love and rage, / Whilst Pope for comic humour famed, / Shall live when Clive no more is named."

— Lloyd, Robert (bap. 1733, d. 1764)

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)