Date: 1759

"Romance is, to the Mind, a noxious Feast, / Prepar'd by Art, to please a vicious Taste."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Soul, without Body, its swift Flight can steer, / Beyond the Planets, to the starry Sphere; / O, with what Rapture, will she soar above, / And rais'd on Wings of Contemplation rove!"

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Fair Pupil, shake off Soul-depressing Vice, / That wing'd with Faith, your Soul may upward rise / Fly from alluring Snares of guileful Joy, / Let Reason's pure Delights your Mind employ."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Minds slothful, like uncultivated Earth, / To Weeds of Vice, and Folly, give a Birth; / Silver, and Gold, for Want of proper Use, / Their Splendor lose, and cancrous Rust produce; / Streams owe their Purity, to active Speed, / If Waters stagnate, they Corruption breed."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Dissembling Love his Temper may conceal, / But Wedlock will his hidden Soul unvail; / So distant Ships, at Sea, wear false Disguise, / But show true Colors, when they seize a Prize."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Mark well the Passion, that most rules his Heart, / By courting that, you may rule him with Art; / You may his ruling Passion govern so, / 'Twill be your constant Friend, instead of Foe."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1759

"Your Mate will quit this Honour-blasting Vice, / If he would be reputed good, and wise; / Reason, her Throne usurp'd, again will claim, / And Lust of Gaming yield to Love of Fame."

— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)

Date: 1753, 1759, 1770

"But still in Fancy's mirror sees / Some more romantic scene would please, / There within a nook most dark, / Where none my musing mood may mark, / Let me, in many a whisper'd rite, / The Genius old of Greece invite, / With that fair wreath my brows to bind, / Which for his chosen imps he twin'd,...

— Warton, Thomas, the younger (1728-1790)

Date: 1759

"Each charm thro' Fancy's mirrour shone / Fresh as the rose, as lillies fair; / But, ah! the rose and lilly's gone, /Beauty has a small empire there, / And total ruin fears."

— Stephens, Edward (fl. 1747-1765)

Date: October, 1759

"Of beasts, it is confessed, the ape / Comes nearest us in human shape; / Like man he imitates each fashion, / And malice is his ruling passion; / But both in malice and grimaces / A courtier any ape surpasses"

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)