Date: 1723, 1735

One may fear a growing empire in another's heart

— Hildebrand, Jacob (1692/3-1739)

Date: 1723, 1740

"My Sister weeping! Tho' her Reason governs, / I judge her Grief for Cassius, by my own."

— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)

Date: 1723, 1740

"My Tongue has slipp'd, and quite deceiv'd my Heart, / That melts like Wax before your hottest Anger"

— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)

Date: 1723, 1740

"Not the most tempting Charms of Wit, or Worth, / Most graceful Forms, or dazling Shew of Greatness, / Can make Impression on a Mind like her's"

— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)

Date: 1724

"[T]he dear, the happy Secret safe lodg'd within my Soul, shou'd take no Air, nor let in the least room for a Conjecture"

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

Date: 1724

"Thy fears are the wild coinage of thy fancy."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Sad, for the Tragic Scene, your Hearts prepare, / Where Love kills Friendship, and awakes Despair; / Where cherish'd Mischiefs tow'r above Controul, / And warring Passions rend the tortur'd Soul!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1724

"That fiery thought / Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs, / I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage / Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish, / And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)