Date: 1700, 1702

"Ten thousand dismal Fancies crowd my Thoughts."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"A Beam of Hope, / Strikes thro' my Soul, like the first Infant Light, / That glanc'd upon the Chaos."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"I wage not War with fair ones; / But wish you would efface those ugly Thoughts, / That live in your Remembrance to perplex you; / Let Joy, the native of your Soul return, / And Love's gay God sit smiling in your Eyes, / As e'rst he did."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"And all fires those that lighted up my Soul / Glory and bright Ambition languish now, / And leave me dark and gloomy as the Grave."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1700, 1702

"Thought is Damnation, 'tis the Plague of Devils. / To think on what they are! and see this Weapon / Shall shield me from it, plunge me in forgetfulness. / Er'e the dire Scorpion Thought can rouse to sting me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

" For, if with Modesty a Woman parts / She gains Contempt, when she wou'd conquer Hearts."

— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)

Date: 1703

"Kings may our Hands with Iron Fetters bind, / With Chains severer, you secure the Mind."

— Oldmixon, John (1672/3-1742)

Date: 1703, 1718

"Passions Subjection to their Guide disown, / Insult their Soveraign, and subvert his Throne"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1703, 1718

Fancy may "fickle reign in Reason's Seat, / And Thy wild Empire, Anarchy, uphold"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)

Date: 1703, 1718

"Hostile Desires fierce Wars repeat"

— Blackmore, Sir Richard (1654-1729)