Date: 1724

"'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh! / Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear, / And my soul jars within me."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"My lord, this seems th' extravagance of passion! / When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action, / Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"To gain the unbeliever to my wishes, / I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art, / That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm, / His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion: / Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage, / In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"yet the soul, / Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness, / Is hard to wean from wailing."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Tho' the soft dove brood, gall-less, o'er your breast, / Yet let the wary serpent arm your mind."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"When sick'ning reason labours in the mind, / Advice is the soul's cordial--How shall I act?"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"All my fierce passions rise with that reflection, / Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire, / The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein, / And my brain splits with agony!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"When honour lights up love, / Th' illumin'd soul burns lambent with a flame, / Pure as the hallow'd altars--Such my hope!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)