Date: 1762

"I cannot reach that heavenly shore, / The gusts of passion rise / So fierce, so high the billows roll, / And on this long afflicted soul / So huge a tempest lies"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1764

Reason may be clouded

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"From every speck which hangs upon the sight / Purge my mind's eye, nor let one cloud remain / To spread the shades of error o'er my brain),"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1765, 1770

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

— Wodhull, Michael (1740-1816)

Date: 1766

Melancholy may "cloud the sunshine of my chearful breast"

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1766

"Her tuneful tongue with eloquence and ease, / The golden merchandize of thought conveys; / Brisk fancy wafts it with her sprightly gales, / While judgment ballasts all the swelling sails."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1767

"Instant my Sense return'd, restor'd and whole, / To re-possess its empire of the soul. / So, when o'er Phoebus low-hung clouds prevail, / Sleep on each hill, and sadden ev'ry dale; / Sudden, up-springing from the north, invades / A purging wind, which first disturbs the shades; / Thins the black...

— Harte, Walter (1708/9-1774)

Date: 1767, 1784

"But if foul Passion, or distemper'd Pride, / Impede its search, or Phrenzy seize the brain, / Then Ignorance a gloomy darkness spreads, / Or Superstition, with mishapen forms, / Erects its savage empire in the mind."

— Jago, Richard (1715-1781)

Date: 1755, 1771

"And yet, let but a zephyr's breath begin/ To stir the latent excellence within-- / Waked in that moment's elemental strife, / Impassion'd genius feels the breath of life; / The' expanding heart delights to leap and glow, / The pulse to kindle, and the tear to flow."

— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)

Date: 1755, 1771

"The' etherial soul that Heaven itself inspires / With all its virtues, and with all its fires, / Led by these sirens to some wild extreme, / Sets in a vapour when it ought to beam; / Like a Dutch sun that in the' autumnal sky / Looks through a fog, and rises but to die."

— Cawthorn, James (1719-1761)