Date: 1773

"They who are loud in human Reason's Praise, / And celebrate the Drivers of our Days, / Seem to suppose, by their continual Bawl, / That Passions, Reason, and Machine, is all / To them the Windows are drawn up, and clear / Nothing that does not outwardly appear."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773

"Think'st thou, had Fancy's mirror struck his sight, / And brought thy too degenerate deeds to light; / Had shewn thee curst to such a vicious race, / Whose very breath contaminates the place: / How would his manly heart with grief have died / T'have seen this fatal barrier to his pride?"

— Anonymous

Date: 1773

"Madness ensu'd, while Reason fled her Throne."

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773

"Legion of Sin! in Smiles delusive drest, / Whose loathsome Cell's the grand Deceiver's breast"

— Robertson, James (fl.1768-1788)

Date: 1773, 1814

"The bustling World, to fetch her out from thence, / Will urge the various, plausible Pretence; / Will praise Perfections of a grander Name, / Sound great Exploíts, and call her out to Fame; / Amuse and flatter, till the Soul, too prone / To Self-activity, deserts her Throne."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

The mind devour'd by "former Lawyers" is like a silly Goose ensnared by "the sly Fox"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

"The human Spirit, when it burns and shines, / 'Lamp of Jehovah" Solomon defines. / Now, as a Vessel, to contain the Whole, / This 'Lamp' denotes the Body, Oil the Soul"

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

"Your Doctor's Potion, Patience, and the Bark, / May hit both mental, and material Mark; / One serves to keep the Ague from the Mind, / As t'other does, from its corporeal Rind."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

"For what the Bark is to the growing Tree, / To human Mind, that, Patience seems to be; / They hold the Principles of Growth together, / And blunt the Force of Accident, and Weather."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)

Date: 1773, 1894-1895

"Patience defends us from all outward Hap; / Of inward Life Thanksgiving is the Sap."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)