Date: 1743
"My heart and flesh cry out for God: / There would I fix my soul's abode, / As birds that in the altars nest."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1745
"Keep strongly in the hot rebellious Mind, / Be it with Bits restrain'd, and Curbs confin'd. / The docile Horse in prime of Years is broke / To bear the Rein, or stretch beneath the Yoke."
preview | full record— Whaley, John (bap. 1710, d. 1745)
Date: 1747
"But the wild passions, once broke loose, to check / Surpass'd his pow'r, or the slack'd reins recall."
preview | full record— Cardinal Melchior de Polignac (1661-1741)
Date: 1749
People may "Bridle their passions and direct their will"
preview | full record— Stepney, George (1663-1707)
Date: 1757-9
"'Tis said, when Japhet's Son began / To mould the Clay, and fashion Man, / He stole from every Beast a Part, / And fix'd the Lion in his Heart."
preview | full record— Duncombe, John (1729-1786) [Editor]
Date: 1761, 1790
"Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight / She [the mind] looks abroad, and prunes herself for flight; / Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam / From this dull earth, and seek her native home."
preview | full record— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"As when the greedy fowler's snare / The birds by providence elude, / Our souls are rescu'd from despair, / And their free flight renew'd."
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1775
"How like a wanton lamb that careless play'd, / The shepherd and the fold forgotten quite, / My vagrant soul, in search of vain delight, / Many long years from her true Shepherd stray'd!"
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)