Date: 1789, 1797

"Ah, say, deluded Maid, / Would you, whose mind is pure as winter's snow, / Assort with one distain'd by foulest guilt, / Whose nightly rest the murther'd sprites would break."

— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)

Date: 1789, 1797

"Each motive base it [the soul] nobly spurns, / And bright with purest passion burns."

— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)

Date: 1789, 1797

"Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign, / Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway."

— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)

Date: w. 1789, 1804

"Heav'n's pure Word would prompt Affection win, / And purge the Soul from all polluting Sin; / Till, like a faithful mirror Man would shine, / By Wisdom polish'd, and by Grace, divine."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: w. 1789, 1804

"Can Mammon's votaries vainly hope to bind, / In shining shackles, his immortal Mind?"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: w. 1789, 1804

"While Vanity unveils her whiffling flags, / Her glittering trinkets, and her tawdry rags-- / Spreads spangled nets, and fills her philter'd bowl, / To fix each Sense, and fascinate the Soul-- / Her birdlime twigs contrived with such sly Art, / That while they tangle thoughts, they trap the heart...

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: March 8, 1790

"Love does all day the soul's great empire keep; / But Wine, at night, lulls the soft God asleep."

— Kemble, John Philip (1757-1823)

Date: March 8, 1790

"Your pow'r my captive heart in chains shall bind, / Sweet as the graces of your face and mind."

— Kemble, John Philip (1757-1823)

Date: 1793

"Silent, for ever cold!--Renew, renew / Thy plaint, that well might rend a heart of steel!"

— Kendall, William (1768-1832)

Date: w. c. 1793? [in MS]

"Love to faults is always blind / Always is to joy inclind / Lawless wingd & unconfind / And breaks all chains from every mind."

— Blake, William (1757-1827)