Date: 1713

"Unhappy Youth! how will thy Coldness raise / Tempests and Storms in his afflicted Bosom! / I dread the Consequence."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Ev'n now, while thus I stand blest in thy Presence, / A secret Damp of Grief comes o'er my Thoughts, / And I'm unhappy, tho' thou smilest upon me."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"The Mist that hung about my Mind clear's up; / And now, athwart the Terrors that thy Vow / Has planted round thee, thou appear'st more fair, / More amiable, and risest in thy Charms."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1714

"Are these the Proofs of Tenderness and Love? / These endless Quarrels, Discontents, and Jealousies, / These never ceasing Wailings and Complainings, / These furious Starts, these Whirlwinds of the Soul, / Which every other Moment rise to Madness?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Unhappy Sex! Whose easie yielding Temper / Gives Way to every Appetite alike; / Each gust of Inclination, uncontroul'd, / Sweeps thro' their Souls, and sets 'em in an uproar; / Each Motion of their Heart rises to Fury, / And Love in their weak Bosoms is a Rage / As terrible as Hate, and as destr...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Was our Reason given / For such a Use! to be thus puff'd about / Like a dry Leaf, an idle Straw, a Feather, / The Sport of every whifling Blast that blows?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"I'll summon all my Reason and my Duty, / To sooth this Storm within, and frame my Heart, / To yield Obedience to my noble Parents."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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."

— 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!"

— 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."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)