Date: 1710 [1719, 1729]

"Reflection is the last and greatest Bliss: / When turning backwards with inverted Eyes, / The Soul it self and all its Charms, surveys, / The deep Impressions of Coelestial Grace / And Image of the Godhead."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1710

"Never from my repenting Thoughts depart, / But stand, like Brass, imprinted in my Heart."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1713, 1719

"Try the blest Change, and quit your Gown / To share the Pleasures of the Poor; / There free from Pomp and Equipage, carouse, / Unlade your Mind of Business, and unbend your Brows."

— Oldisworth, William (1680-1734)

Date: 1713

"But just arriv'd--Absence, Mrs. Busie, has not been able to deface the Impressions of Love,--and still the Lady Myrtilla reigns in my Bosom, haunts my waking Thoughts, and is ever present in my Dreams."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1713

"Fair Lady, show your self a generous Conqueror; and since I am taken Captive by your Charms, and bound in the Golden Chains of your Beauty, throw me not into the Dungeon of Disdain, but rather confine me in the pleasing Mansions of your Bosom; where my Heart will glory in its Captivity, and desp...

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1717

One may strive "On every Subject's Heart to seal his Love ... What Breast so hard? what Heart of human make, / But softning did the kind Impression take?"

— Duke, Richard (1658-1711)

Date: 1720

"Hence Superstition, that tormenting guest, / That haunts with fancy'd fears the coward breas;"

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1720

"Ah vile Heart, more obdurate and harder than Adamant! upon this cruel Anvil was forged the Chains that bound up my unlucky Destiny!"

— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)

Date: 1723, 1740

"Those slighted Favours which cold Nymphs dispense, / Mere common Counters of the Sense, / Defective both in Mettle and in Measure, / A Lover's Fancy coins into a Treasure."

— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)

Date: 1723, 1740

"My Tongue has slipp'd, and quite deceiv'd my Heart, / That melts like Wax before your hottest Anger"

— Sheffield, John, first duke of Buckingham and Normanby (1647-1721)