Date: 1734

"Is then my heart to all the world beside / Softer than melting wax or summer snow, / But to myself harder than adamant?"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734

"I'm in a raging storm, / Where seas and skies are blended, while my soul / Like some light worthless chip of floating cork / Is tost from wave to wave."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1735, 1763

"Each publick passion bound to endless frost, / Each deed of social worth for ever lost."

— Melmoth, William, the younger (bap. 1710, d. 1799)

Date: 1735, 1792

"The blood tempestuous, pours a flushing wave" and "With raging swell alternate pantings rise"

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1736

"But this Gust of stormy Passion blowing over, he endeavoured to banish all Thoughts on what was impossible to be done, to make way for those on what was not so; and after comparing, examining, and condemning an infinite Number of Projects, which, by turns, presented themselves for Approbation, h...

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1737

"Unless the Mind be purg'd, what Storms arise!"

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"I say, I see it was so evenly carried without Prejudice, (whether it were a true Accusation of the one part, or a Practice of a false Accusation on the other) as shewed plainly that his majesty's Judgment was tanquam tabula rasa, as a clean Pair of tables, and his Ear tanquam janua aperta, as a ...

— Holles, John, Earl of Clare (ca. 1565-1637)

Date: 1737 (also 1738, 1743, reprinted 1754)

"But, if dull fogs invade the head, / That mem'ry minds not what is read."

— Green, Matthew (1696-1737)

Date: 1737 (also 1738, 1743, reprinted 1754)

"Here nymphs from hollow oaks relate / The dark decrees and will of fate, / And dreams beneath the spreading beach / Inspire, and docile fancy teach; / While, soft as breezy breath of wind, / Impulses rustle thro' the mind."

— Green, Matthew (1696-1737)

Date: January 29, 1737

"Nay, the Light of Reason, which we so much boast of, what is it but a Dark-Lanthorn, which just serves to keep us from running our Nose against a Post, perhaps; but is no more able to lead us out of the dark Mists of Error and Ignorance, in which we are lost, than an Ignis fatuus would be to co...

— Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)