Date: 1737

"As pliant Wax each new Impression takes, / Fixt to no Form, but still the Old forsakes, / Yet is the same: so Souls the same abide, / Tho' various Figures their Reception hide."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Brave Souls when loos'd from this ignoble Chain / Of Clay, and sent to their own Heav'n again, / From Earth's gross Orb on Virtue's Pinions rise / In Æther wanton, and enjoy the Skies."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"As in the greater World, aspiring Flame, / Earth, Water, Air, make the material Frame: / And thro' the Members a commanding Soul / Infus'd, directs the Motion of the Whole: / So 'tis in Man, the lesser World: the Case / Is Clay, unactive, and an earthly Mass: / But the Blood's Streams the ruli...

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Hence Wrath and Rage their ready Minds invade, / And Want could ev'ry Wickedness perswade."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Now one Impression in their Bosoms dwells, / Another when the Wind the Clouds dispels."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"[N]ot half so mad / The Corybantes, when with frequent Blows / On the shrill Brass they strike, as is the Mind / Where direful Anger reigns."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Oak was his Heart, his Breast with Steel / Thrice mail'd, that first the brittle Keel / Committed to the murd'rous Deep."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"And sure his very Soul itself was Steel."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Confounded with the Crowd of various Thoughts, / And stiff'ning with Amaze, the Hero stood, / In Silence deep."

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)

Date: 1737

"Vain Wretch! Ambition fires his Breast, / Impetuous, dire, tormenting Guest!"

— Baker, Henry (1698-1774)