Date: 1715

"Soon as her crowding Thoughts cou'd find a Vent, / I know, she said, that you from Heav'n are sent:"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1715

"Can hateful Envy, that uneasie Guest / Of vulgar Souls, invade the Royal Breast, / And rob great Saul himself of Peace and Rest?"

— Wesley, Samuel, The Elder (bap. 1662, d. 1735)

Date: 1719

"He forms our generals for the field, / With all their dreadful skill; / Gives them his awful sword to wield, / And makes their hearts of steel."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: w 1710, 1720

"Whilst like the Lamp's last Flame, their trembling Souls / Are on the Wing to leave their mortal Goals."

— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)

Date: 1721

"My Heart do's like soft Wax relent, / And midst my Bowels flow"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1721

"Bless God, who did not give our Soul / To their sharp Teeth a Prey."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1721

"Our Soul, as from a broken Snare / A Bird escapes, is fled."

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1744, 1753

"The great Agitations of her Mind, between her Endeavours to conquer her Passion, and the continual Fright she was in, lest by any Accident she should discover it, threw her into that lingering Illness which I have before mentioned."

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)

Date: 1744, 1753

"But David, altho' the Picture of what Valentine and Cynthia must feel, on hearing such News, was deeply imprinted in his Imagination, and made a strong Effort to subdue his Mind; yet did he preserve Steadiness enough to conquer his own Passions, to comfort his Camilla, and again to restore his l...

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)

Date: 1744, 1753

"This, indeed, is the only Situation I can imagine dreadful enough to conquer a Mind endued with true Principles, or armed with any moderate Degree of Fortitude and Patience."

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768)