Date: 1800

"Still Hope, with magic mirror tries / My sinking heart to cheer, / And points where smiling prospects rise / Of many a circling year"

— Cobb, James (1756-1818)

Date: 1800

"Julius! thou proof how mists of pride may blind / The eye of reason in the strongest mind!"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1800

"I'll have a score of painters set to work, and hang my portrait up in every chamber through which you pass, 'till the detested image of him whose presence taints the genial air shall be so everlastingly impress'd on your mind's eye, in darkness you shall see it; in solitude, in sleep, I still wi...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811); Maria Geisweiler (fl.1799); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1800

"The great Mr. Locke, and several other ingenious philosophers, have represented the human intellect, antecedent to its intercourse with external objects, as a tabula rasa, or a substance capable of receiving any impressions, but upon which no original impressions of any kind are stamped."

— Smellie, William (1740-1795)

Date: 1800

"Piece of the nether millstone is his heart / Who marks ill-pleas'd the frolic of the child, / Or views the rural festival unmov'd."

— Hurdis, James (1763-1801)

Date: 1800, 1801

A woman's heart may be the judge

— Thompson, Benjamin (1776-1816); Kotzebue (1761-1819)

Date: 1800, 1806

"He is young, / And yet the stamp of thought so tempers youth, / That all its fires are faded"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1800,1806

"Thrice he rose, and thrice / His feet recoil'd; and still the livid flame / Lengthen'd and quiver'd as the moaning wind / Pass'd thro' the rushy crevice, while his heart / Beat, like the death-watch, in his shudd'ring breast."

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1800

"The mind that labours for a cure works ill / By feeding its own grief; wasting away / Like boiling waters in an useless struggle"

— Bidlake, John (1755-1814)

Date: 1800

"Yet e'en o'er thee, in thy despotic hours, / When thou hast chain'd the mind's excursive powers, / Though to thy gloomy keep by pain betray'd, / That mind can triumph by celestial aid."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)