Date: 1796

"Reason's dying lamp / Scarce brighter burns than instinct in their breast"

— Bruce, Michael (1746-1767)

Date: February 2, 1796

"But hope is the string that rides a sailor's heart--So, heave a-head, my lads."

— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)

Date: 1796

"I taught this breast, / Which Truth once made her throne, to forge a lie; / This tongue to utter it"

— Colman, George, the younger (1762-1836)

Date: 1796

"Or let two words, in my mind's eye, / Unite more close, than You, and I."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796

"He guarded my mind from imbibing any religious principles at all, under the notion of preserving it to maturity, like a rasa tabula, free from all prejudices."

— Anonymous

Date: February 2, 1796

"Her head's like the island, folks tell on, / Which nothing but monkies can dwell on"

— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)

Date: February 2, 1796

"Her heart's like a lemon, so nice, / She carves for each lover a slice."

— Hoare, Prince (1755-1834)

Date: 1796

"Say, ye who balance things in reason's scale, / Does Magnanimity soar a pitch more high, / When Majesty listens to a trifler's tale?-- / Or when Humanity scorns to hurt a fly?"

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: 1796, 1806

"A dread coincidence of time and act / Drew me from Reason's empire to Despair!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1796, 1806

"O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope / Dazzles my aching senses, and I start / As from a dream of horror, where the brain, / Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire / Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)