Date: 1747

"Old Gripus ne'er was known to be devout, / Till Satan found his ruling passion out"

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

Date: 1747

"Something there is within this strange machine, / Which elevates my mind, and makes me dive / Too deep in fate"

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

Date: 1747

"Stupendous truths! here human wisdom fails, / Lost in a labyrinth of endless thought"

— Gilbert, Thomas (bap. 1713, d. 1766)

Date: 1747

"Oh, set me, as a Seal upon thy Heart, / Mark'd for my own, I claim the smallest Part."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Strange force of Harmony, whose Power controuls, / The warring Passions, and informs our Souls, / Soft soothing Sounds, by whose enchantment blest, / Anger and Grief forsake the tranquil Breast; / While soft Ideas rising in the Mind, / Bids us in Love a gentle Tyrant find, / And to his Sway the ...

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind, / As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find; / Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire, / And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"VENUS, Queen of tender Fires, / Pleasing Pains, and soft Desires; / Sweet Enslaver of the Heart, / Here thy gentle Aid impart."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Hither beauteous Goddess move, / Leave a while th' Idalian Grove; / Once more to my transported Breast, / Come a mild, a grateful Guest; / There confirm thy pleasing Reign, / Free from Cares, and free from Pain."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Tho' her bright Image, in his Breast he bears, / And all her Beauties in his Form appears; / Tho' in his Soul she lights her heav'nly Flame, / And finds even here a Votary in him."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Cease lovely Youth th' inchanting Sound, / Too deep already is the Wound; / Thro' all my Veins the Poison steals, / My Heart the dear Infection feels."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)