Date: 1713

"Have not I a bonny Complexion, my Heart of Oak? dost thou not trace the Remains of Beauty through every Feature?"

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"If Reason governs Man's superior Mind, / A ready Cunning prompts the Female Kind."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1714

"The most, such Iron Hearts we are, and such / The base Barbarity of Humane Kind, / Hooting and Railing, and with Villainous Hands / Gathering the Filth from out the Common Ways, / To hurl upon her Head."

— Gildon, Charles (1665-1724)

Date: 1714

"Joy of my Life, my dearest Shore, forbear / To wound my Heart with thy foreboding Sorrows."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia, / Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle Heart, / A Partner there; I will give up Mankind, / Forget the Transports of encreasing Passion, / And all the Pangs we feel for its Decay."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Live! live and Reign for ever in my Bosom, / Safe and unrivall'd there possess thy own."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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

"Well then, I own my Heart has broke your Chains. / Patient I bore the painful Bondage long, / At length my generous Love disdains your Tyranny."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"How fierce a Fiend is Passion? With what Wildness, / What Tyranny untam'd, it Reigns in Woman."

— 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)