Date: 1731

"When I confess, abhorrent of Deceit, / That Love, which seem'd to root my Soul in thee, / Has new transplanted it, to Elfrid's Bosom?"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"A thousand Wonders, / A thousand Mysteries, at once reveal'd, / Come rushing on my Memory!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Proud of Dominion, yet enslav'd to Fear, / Kings who love Blood, thro' one long Tempest steer, / While the calm Monarch, who with Smiles controuls, / Roots his safe Empire, and is King of Souls."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Cruelly kind, press inward, on my Heart; / But fright not Reason, cling not to my Thought, / Blot, blot Remembrance out, strike Home, at Life, / Pour, all at once, Oblivion on my Soul, / And quench me, into Quiet."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"My Soul is torn with a vain War of Passions."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"How shall I move, in this dark Maze of Passion!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"'Tis true, my Favourite has betray'd me, basely; / But he was first, himself, betray'd by Love; / That Tyrant of the Heart, more King than I, / Ranks Monarchs with his Slaves."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Cou'd Reason's Force / Tear the unlicens'd Image from my Heart, / Or, patient, leave to Time, th'unhasten'd Means, / To bless my fierce Desires; Who knows what Chance, / Or Death, or Thought, or Woman's changeful Will, / Or my own conquer'd Wishes, may produce."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"I will strive / To check this rising Passion; and forget / That she who charms me thus is in my Power, / Till I can bend that Pow'r, to Reason's Rule."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1731

"Conflicting Passions blast the bad Man's Hopes, / And all his Thoughts are Whirlwind!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)