Date: 1707

"Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1717

"Against my self my rebel Passions arm; / They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor."

— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)

Date: April 18, 1721

"One Argument is ballanc'd by another, / And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight, / And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs. / No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind, / This inward Anarchy."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1734

Love may take the heart with storm and rule there alone

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1752

"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1799

"The heart and the mind are prejudiced judges, ever at war with consistency and truth; they recoil with indignation from the smallest speck on another's conduct, yet pass with exultation over the mountain that darkens their own"

— West, Matthew (d. 1814); Kotzebue (1761-1819)