Date: 1772

"My Brain's disturb'd; alas! alas! I rave; / What can I do? a poor forsaken Slave! / Like Birds, that spend their little idle Rage, / And, fruitless, mourn, indignant of their Cage, / From Thought to Thought, my fluttering Spirits rove, / Betray'd to Bondage, and, ah! lost to Love."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811) [Editor]

Date: 1772

"On his worn Pallet, now, view him reclin'd; / Terrifick Visions haunt his tortur'd Mind."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1772

"Thus, female Minds, with Knowlege fraught, / Are just and liberal Notions taught; / Through Wisdom's Glass their Foibles view'd, / Stand self-convicted, and subdued: / No more Caprice their Conduct rules; / No more the Prey of Rakes, and Fools; / Their Souls, with Truth and Honour charm'd, / Are...

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: 1772

"The Eye, that Orb of Light, which shews / The Features of the Mind, / Distinct, as faithful Mirrours yield / The Forms of human Kind."

— Whyte, Samuel (1733-1811)

Date: w. 1772

"The herald spake; the grace appear'd, / And stamp'd salvation on her heart."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1772

"Thou only canst my soul prepare, / And stamp me with Thy character"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1772

"Father, Son, and Spirit enter, / Seal my soul for ever Thine!"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1773

"Not all the storms that shake the pole / Can e'er disturb thy halcyon soul, / And smooth unaltered brow."

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

Date: 1773

"Till every worldly thought within me dies, / And earth's gay pageants vanish from my eyes; / Till all my sense is lost in infinite, / And one vast object fills my aching sight."

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

Date: 1773

"Sincere Devotion needs no outward shrine: / The Centre of an humble Soul is Thine."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)