Date: 1727

"Death's cold Hand arrests the Fears / That haunt the Coward's Mind"

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1727

"The Wretch is indigent and poor, / Who brooding sits o'er his ill-gotten Store; / Trembling with Guilt, and haunted by his Sin, / He feels the rigid Judge within"

— Somervile, William (1675-1742)

Date: 1727, 1787

"Oak was his heart, his breast with steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle keel / Committed to the murtherous deep."

— Welsted, Leonard (1688-1747)

Date: 1733

"There St. John mingles with my friendly Bowl, / The Feast of Reason and the Flow of Soul."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733

"I nod in Company, I wake at Night, / Fools rush into my Head, and so I write."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733

"My head and heart thus flowing thro' my quill, / Verse-man or Prose-man, term me which you will."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1733

"I love to pour out all myself, as plain / As downright Shippen, or as old Montagne. / In them, as certain to be lov'd as seen, / The Soul stood forth, nor kept a Thought within; / In me what Spots (for Spots I have) appear, / Will prove at least the Medium must be clear."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1735

"Impenetrable Courage steels his manly Breast"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

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

"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)