Date: 1767

"Instant my Sense return'd, restor'd and whole, / To re-possess its empire of the soul. / So, when o'er Phoebus low-hung clouds prevail, / Sleep on each hill, and sadden ev'ry dale; / Sudden, up-springing from the north, invades / A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades; / Thins the black...

— Harte, Walter (1708/9-1774)

Date: 1767

"She hath buried my heart in sorrow, and engraven dishonour on the tomb of her ancestors"

— Hull, Thomas (1728-1808); Tuke, Sir Samuel (d. 1624)

Date: 1767

"Seamen have hearts of gold, sir, / Peace or in war, alike we show / Englishmen stout and bold, sir."

— Stevens, George Alexander (1710?-1784)

Date: 1767

"We were free, we're bold, we're true hearts of gold"

— Stevens, George Alexander (1710?-1784)

Date: 1767

"A heart of oak, and breast of brass / Were his, who first presum'd on seas to pass, / And ever ventur'd to engage, / In a slight skiff, with ocean's desperate rage."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771); Horace (65 B.C. -8 B.C.)

Date: 1767

"Though arm'd with iron breast, and heart of steel, / Who slew the lion fell, lov'd Hylas fair, / Young Hylas graceful with his curling hair"

— Fawkes, Francis (1720-1777); Theocritus (3rd. Century. B.C.)

Date: 1767

"For oh the time will come, when you shall feel / Stabs in your heart more sharp than stabs of steel"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1767

"Shun, shun the Wretch, and case your Heart in Steel, / Lose not a Thought on those who cannot feel;"

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)

Date: 1767

"Love has made me stout and strong; /Has given me a charm, / Will not suffer me to fall; / Has steel'd my heart, and nerv'd my arm, / To guard my precious all."

— Garrick, David (1717-1779)

Date: 1767

"E'er since my tortur'd mind has known no rest; / Peace is become a stranger to my breast:"

— Fawkes, Francis (1720-1777); Theocritus (3rd. Century. B.C.)