Date: 1719
"In the midst of the greatest Composures of my Mind, this would break out upon me like a Storm, and make me wring my Hands, and weep like a Child."
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"'Twould swell this Discourse beyond what I design, to recount her various Starts of Passions, and different Turns of Behaviour, sometimes louder than the Winds, she rav'd! Commanded! Threatned! Then, still as April Showers, or Summer Dews, she wept, and only whisper'd her Complaints, now dissemb...
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"In this Tempest of Mind, she continu'd for some time, till at length Rage beginning to dissipate itself in Tears, made way for cooler Considerations; and her natural Vanity resuming its Empire in her Soul, was of no little Service to her on this Occasion."
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"She threw herself down into an Elbow-Chair that stood there, and gave a Loose to the Tempest of her Soul."
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1719
"I was not so much surpriz'd with the Lightning, as I was with a Thought which darted into my Mind as swift as the Lightning it self: O my Powder!"
preview | full record— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)
Date: First performed February 17, 1720.
"The Threats of Death are nothing; / Tho' thy last Message shook his Soul, as Winds / On the bleak Hills bend down some lofty Pine; / Yet still he held his Root; till I found Means, / Abating somewhat of thy first Demand, / If not to make him wholly ours, at least / To gain sufficient to our End."
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: First performed February 17, 1720.
"O Eudocia! / No longer now my dazled Eyes behold thee / Thro' Passion's Mists; my Soul now gazes on thee, / And sees thee lovelier in unfading Charms, / Bright as the shining Angel Host that stood!"
preview | full record— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)
Date: April 18, 1721
"Must I despair then? Do not shake me thus: / My Tempest-beaten Heart is cold to Death."
preview | full record— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)
Date: 1722
"[O]r that hence, as swiftly those imperceptible Messengers called animal Spirits, should, at the Nutus Animae, rush through their Meandrous Paths like Lightning, and having dispatched the Mandates of the Will, as speedily bring back their Errand to the common Sensory."
preview | full record— Turner, Daniel (1667-1741)
Date: 1722
"Blush rather, that you are a Slave to Passion; / Subservient to the Wildness of your Will; / Which, like a Whirlwind, tears up all your Vertues; / And gives you not the Leisure to consider."
preview | full record— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)