Date: 1737

"'Cou'd your Eyes penetrate my naked Breast, / 'There you might read these Characters engrav'd, / 'That, by your Virtues I am bound! inslav'd!"

— Ogle, George (1704-1746)

Date: 1737

"Hence Wrath and Rage their ready Minds invade, / And Want could ev'ry Wickedness perswade."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Now one Impression in their Bosoms dwells, / Another when the Wind the Clouds dispels."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"[N]ot half so mad / The Corybantes, when with frequent Blows / On the shrill Brass they strike, as is the Mind / Where direful Anger reigns."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Oak was his Heart, his Breast with Steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle Keel / Committed to the murd'rous Deep."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"And sure his very Soul itself was Steel."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Confounded with the Crowd of various Thoughts, / And stiff'ning with Amaze, the Hero stood, / In Silence deep."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Vain Wretch! Ambition fires his Breast, / Impetuous, dire, tormenting Guest!"

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"I learn to smooth and harmonize my Mind, / Teach ev'ry Thought within its bounds to roll, / And keep the equal Measure of the Soul."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1737

"My Mind resumes the thread it dropt before; / Thoughts, which at Hyde-Park-Corner I forgot, / Meet and rejoin me, in my pensive Grott. "

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)