Date: 1764

"Have I well weigh'd the great, the noble part / I'm now to play? have I explored my heart, / That labyrinth of fraud, that deep, dark cell, / Where, unsuspected, e'en by me, may dwell / Ten thousand follies?"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764

"[I]n his breast, / Crowded with follies, Honour found no room"

— 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: 1764?

"Whether we will or no, Through reason's court doth [the word lord] unquestion'd go"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764?

"Judge Reason view'd him with an eye of grace, / Look'd through his soul, and quite forgot his face"

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764?

"This melting mass of flesh she may control / With iron ribs, she cannot chain my soul."

— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)

Date: 1764, 1773

"But thou, my friend! while in thy youthful soul / Love's gentle tyrant seats his aweful throne, / Write from thy bosom--let not art controul / The ready pen, that makes his edicts known."

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)

Date: 1764, 1773

"But 'tis not Gomez, 'tis not he whose heart / Is crusted o'er with dross, whose callous mind / Is senseless as his gold."

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)

Date: 1764, 1773

"Restore thy dear idea to my breast, / The rich deposit shall the shrine secure."

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)

Date: 1764, 1773

"Beyond the frantic rage / Of conq'ring heroes brave, the female mind, / When steel'd by love, in love's most horrid way / Beholds not danger, or beholding scorns"

— Shenstone, William (1714-1763)