Date: 1752

"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1753

"I have thought long of this; and my first Feelings were like yours; a foolish Conscience aw'd me, which soon I conquer'd."

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1756

"What a rough war contending Passion keeps! / Now the storm's up; now, hah! by Heav'n he weeps."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1759

"Retire, my love, awhile; I'll come anon,-- / And fortify thy soul with firm resolve, / Becoming Zamti's wife."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Bid them ne'er remit / Their high heroic ardor;--let them know, / Whate'er shall fall on this old mould'ring clay, / The tyrant never shall subdue my mind."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1760, 1803

"To farther conquests still my soul aspires, / And all my bosom glows with martial fires"

— Cambridge, Richard Owen (1717-1802)

Date: 1761

"While Frugi liv'd / Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart, / And Love receded from the stronger guest; / Now his dear image rises to my view / So piteously array'd, with such a train / Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame, / That Reason quits her fort, and flies before, / To the las...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Why then I thank thee, Nature, / That when you made this frame of such frail stuff, / So sensible of harm, so ill array'd / To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd / My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof / Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity, / Bidding it laugh at all that Fat...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1778

"Still our joys are not complete, / Doubts and fears our minds invading / Till your gentle smiles we meet"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1779

"Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, nake...

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)