Date: 1742

"How, like a worm, was I wrapt round and round / In silken thought, which reptile Fancy spun, / Till darken'd Reason lay quite clouded o'er / With soft conceit of endless comfort here, / Nor yet put forth her wings to reach the skies!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"In every varied posture, place, and hour, / How widow'd every thought of every joy!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"So bounded are its haughty lord's delights / To Woe's wide empire; where deep troubles toss, / Loud sorrows howl, envenom'd passions bite, / Ravenous calamities our vitals seize, / And threatening fate wide opens to devour."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"All men think all men mortal but themselves; / Themselves, when some alarming shock of Fate / Strikes through their wounded hearts the sudden dread."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"But their hearts wounded, like the wounded air, / Soon close; where pass'd the shaft, no trace is found. / As from the wing no scar the sky retains, / The parted wave no furrow from the keel, / So dies in human hearts the thought of death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: w. 1739, 1742

"Peace rules the day, where reason rules the mind."

— Collins, William (1721-1759)

Date: 1742

"My soul is all a troubled sea, / I cannot find my rest in Thee."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1742

"What means this struggling in my breast, / If Thine is steel'd against my prayer?"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1742

"My Ethiop soul shall change her skin; / Redeem'd from all iniquity."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1742

"Surely He shall the mourner cheer, / And make the broken heart His throne; / Shall break it first, and then bind up."

— Wesley, John and Charles