Date: 1765

"Yet, though the hardy, unreflecting heart / Glows in the chace, as flints are fir'd by steel ... That breast's not human which can never feel."

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1765

"Mere Affectation vainly would assert / A steady, lasting empire o'er the heart"

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1765

"Where is the heart, to grateful feelings sear'd, / The breast, against each soft sensation steel'd, / Hard as the tyger's, in wild deserts rear'd"

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1765

Displays may be "Pregnant, beyond the nicest human search, / Where thought can pierce, or telescope can see"

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1765

"When Reason, on her dictatorial throne, / Argues and pleads, with undecisive tone; / Thy rhetoric of sound, beyond her aid, / Thy lyre-breath'd strains of language can persuade."

— Stevenson, William (1730-1783)

Date: 1765, 1770

"Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call / Opes the dread volume of her laws to all."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1765, 1770

"When of old / Arcadia's peaceful shepherds uncontroul'd / Their ranging flocks thro' boundless pastures drove, / Or tun'd their pipes beneath the myrtle grove, / Their laws on brazen tablets unimprest / Were deeply grav'd on each ingenuous breast, / No proud Vicegerent of Astrea reign'd, / Astre...

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1765, 1770

"On Life's rough sea by stormy passions tost, / Freedom and Virtue were together lost."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1765, 1770

"These baseless structures, fictions light and vain, / Coin'd in the foldings of an idle brain, / To their absurd inventors I resign, / They are not in the Church's creed, or mine."

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1766

"Altho' your brains are Lead, / These Quills, my Lads, will get you Bread"

— Lloyd, Evan (1734-1776)