Date: 1706

"Till hard despair wring from the tyrant's soul / The iron tears out."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"The Marble Heart groans with an inward Wound: / Blaspheming Souls of harden'd Steel / Shriek out amaz'd at the new Pangs they feel, / And dread the Eccho's of the Sound."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"Affliction is the Fire, wherein their Mind / From Sin, and drossy Mixtures is refin'd."

— Baker, Daniel (c. 1654-1723)

Date: 1706

"But FANCY, that unease Guest / Still holds a Lodging in our Beast; / She finds or frames Vexations still, / Her self the greatest Plague we feel."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"But oh the crowds of wretched [married] souls / Fetter'd to minds of different moulds, / And chain'd t'eternal strife!"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"O'er the broad lands, and cross the tide, / On fancy's airy horse I ride, / (Sweet rapture of the mind!) / Till on the banks of Ganges' flood, / In a tall ancient grove I stood / For sacred use design's."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1706

"There glides the moon her shining way, / And shoots my heart thro' with a silver ray."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1707

"And while he makes my Soul his Guest, / My Bosom, Lord, shall be thy Rest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: January 29, 1708

"[I]f thou wilt prolong / Dire Compotation, forthwith Reason quits / Her Empire to Confusion, and Misrule, / And vain Debates"

— Philips, John (1676-1709)

Date: 1709

"What Passions in a Parent's Breast debate!"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)