Date: 1739

"How poor thy Pow'r, how empty is thy Happiness, / When such a Wretch, as I appear to be, / Can ride thy Temper, harrow up thy Form, / And stretch thy Soul upon the Rack of Passion."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"List, list, my Lord! / While thus his Soul's unseated, shook by Passion, / Cou'd we engage him to betray Gustavus."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"A gen'rous Mind, tho' sway'd a-while by Passion. / Is like the steely Vigour of the Bow, / Still holds its native Rectitude, and bends / But to recoil more forceful."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"I am all / That's left to calm, to sooth his troubled Soul, / To Penitence, to Virtue; and perhaps / Restore the better Empire o'er his Mind, / True Seat of all Dominion."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1752

"My ever waking Soul, / Sits brooding o'er a Train of Images, / That constant rise in terrible Array, / And shrink my Resolution into Fears."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1759

"Seek not thus / To multiply the ills that hover round you; / Nor from the stores of busy fancy add / New shafts to fortune's quiver."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Fatal day! / More fatal e'en than that, which first beheld / This race accurs'd within these palace walls, / Since hope, that balm of wretched minds, is now / Irrevocably lost."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"Mark well my words--discolour not thy soul / With the black hue of crimes like his."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"The moral duties of the private man / Are grafted in thy soul."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1764

"Bold was the man, and fenc'd in ev'ry part /With oak, and ten-fold brass about the heart, / To build a play who tortur'd first his brain, / And then dar'd launch it on this stormy main."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)