Date: 1724

"Is it a Dream, when at each Word you utter / In Scorn or Hate, my feav'rish Pulse beats high, / And all is War and Waste within my Bosom?"

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1730

"This rising day / Saw Sophonisba, from the height of life, / Thrown to the very brink of slavery: / State, honours, armies vanquish'd; nothing left / But her own great unconquerable mind."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1731

"My Soul is torn with a vain War of Passions."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1735

"Love is a little, sly, designing Knave, / And meanly steals his Conquests o'er our Minds"

— Hildebrand, Jacob (1692/3-1739)

Date: 1739

"How looks the Wretch / Whose Heart cries Villain to itself? I'll not / Endure its Batt'ry."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

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: 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: 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)