Date: 1728

One may lull his raging Thoughts to rest "And calm the Tempest rising in [his] Breast"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Go, vain mistaken Man, if you would find / That golden Ore, Contentment of the Mind, / Depart from all these busy Ills of Life /And live exempt from Pride, and Noise and Strife"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Yet Care, a greater Tyrant, rules your Breast; / You, with a Nod, the suppliant World command, / Yet cannot rule that little Empire, Man."

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Say, to what friendly Aid we owe / Those Gleams that in the Minds fair Mirrour play?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"From what rich Fountain flow / Those ripening Beams of intellectual Day?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"By whose fair Pencil is each Image wrought, / That teems to Birth, and burnishes to Thought?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

Say, "How Fancy every Shape puts on? / How kindling Sparks her Form compose, / And whence the constant-shining Train, / That Mem'ry, or Experience shows?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"And whence the constant-shining Train, / That Mem'ry, or Experience shows?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"How Reason's Lamp burns with incessant Toil, / To light the Judgment, and to guide the Will?"

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)

Date: 1728

"Gold is the Load-stone of the Great, / And vulgar Souls must catch the glitt'ring Bait."

— Pattison, William (1706-1727)