Date: 1728

"But thro' the Heart / Should Jealousy it's Venom once diffuse, / 'Tis then delightful Misery no more, / But Agony unmixt, incessant Rage, / Corroding every Thought, and blasting all / The Paradise of Love."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1728

"Ye Fairy Prospects then, / Ye Beds of Roses, and ye Bowers of Joy, / Farewell! Ye Gleamings of departing Peace, / Shine out your last! The yellow-tinging Plague / Internal Vision taints, and in a Night / Of livid Gloom Imagination wraps."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1728

"Reflection pours, / Afresh, her Beauties on his busy Thought, / Her first Endearments, twining round the Soul, / With all the Witchcraft of ensnaring Love."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1728

Strait the fierce Storm involves his Mind anew, / Flames thro' the Nerves, and boils along the Veins; / While anxious Doubt distracts the tortur'd Heart; / For even the sad Assurance of his Fears / Were Heaven to what he feels."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1728

"'Tis not the courser Tie of human Laws, / Unnatural oft, and foreign to the Mind, / Which binds their Peace, but Harmony itself, / Attuning all their Passions into Love."

— Thomson, James (1700-1748)

Date: 1728

"Soon as the short Delirium past you find, / And Sense regains it's Empire o'er the Mind, / You bless the Hand that eas'd your anxious Cares, / And pour for Brunswick's House incessant Prayers!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1728

One may lull his raging Thoughts to rest "And calm the Tempest rising in [his] Breast"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Go, vain mistaken Man, if you would find / That golden Ore, Contentment of the Mind, / Depart from all these busy Ills of Life /And live exempt from Pride, and Noise and Strife"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Yet Care, a greater Tyrant, rules your Breast; / You, with a Nod, the suppliant World command, / Yet cannot rule that little Empire, Man."

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Say, to what friendly Aid we owe / Those Gleams that in the Minds fair Mirrour play?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)