Date: 1752
"Worse than the other--Whom, thus robb'd of Pow'r. / His former Passions fatally devour!"
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]
Date: 1752
"Weak, impotent, yet wishing to be free, / You are by much a greater Slave, than me; / A Slave, to ev'ry Gust that shakes your Mind, / Your Eyes broad open, and your Senses blind."
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]
Date: 1752
"Disguis'd in vain, wake from your foolish Dream, / And own yourself the very Slave you seem; / The Slave of Passion; which perverts Truth's Plan, / And sinks the virtuous in the vicious Man."
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]
Date: 1752
"Well! does that make you wise, / Or open on your Follies, Reason's Eyes!"
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]
Date: 1752
"Caution'd in vain--Oh! ever Passion's Slave! / You tempt your Fate, and the same Dangers brave."
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]
Date: 1752
A puppet may be "compell'd by secret Springs" just as an engine "moves with Motions not its own"
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [pseud.]
Date: 1753
"Trembling, he sees the threatning tempest roll, / And ev'ry rising billow lifts his soul:"
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1753
"So, gold, pernicious in its nature, may, / By souls, like yours, be bent a nobler way:/ Thus, as the needle, by magnetic force, / Once touch'd, still, to the magnet guides its course. / Trembling, while wand'ring thence, and finds no rest, / 'Till clasp'd, and fastened, to its darling breast."
preview | full record— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Date: 1753
"When Flora sweeps the Table with a Vole, / What Breast so steel'd as Grief can not invade, / To see the Havock on her Beautys made!"
preview | full record— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)
Date: 1755
"Or, the Power and Sway which the Soul exercises over them! Ten thousand Reins put into her Hands; yet she manages all, conducts all, without the least Perplexity or the least Irregularity: rather, with a Promptitude, a Consistency, and a Speed, that nothing else can equal!"
preview | full record— Hervey, James (1714-1758)