Date: 1773

"'Grief, like a canker-worm at heart, / 'Had ravag'd from his inmost cell"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

"'Grief, like a canker-worm at heart, / 'Had ravag'd from his inmost cell;"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

A wasp flies up a lion's nose and "To the extremest verge ascends, / There all his waspish venom spends, / And near the brain's monastic cell / He pours his macerating spell"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

"'How sweetly Women bill and coo! [...] 'No gall finds room within their breast, / 'There Turtle Love erects his nest."

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

"Know, lovely virgin, thy deluding art / Hath lodg'd a thousand scorpions in my breast:"

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1773

"Her form was beauty's self, thro' which refin'd / Shone, like a jewel chrystal-clos'd, her mind"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

"There, whilst the vault resounds my plaintive sigh, / In deathful echoes, shall Despondence bring / The saddest visions on the mind's wan eye, / That ever wav'd on Fancy's blackest wing"

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Must not a being, then, by nature wrought, / To show her power in matter, and in thought, /Each light impression thrilling through his frame, /Inspired by heaven's most sublimated flame;"

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Hail, mild Philosophy! the province thine, / To chase the spectres of the dark Divine! / Not to fix errour, but with reason's art, / To root the stiff old-woman from the heart."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)

Date: 1773, 1810

"Fancy no longer strews her glowing flowers, / But sad ideas crowd the dreary hours."

— Stockdale, Percival (1736-1811)