Date: First performed February 17, 1720.

"O Eudocia! / No longer now my dazled Eyes behold thee / Thro' Passion's Mists; my Soul now gazes on thee, / And sees thee lovelier in unfading Charms, / Bright as the shining Angel Host that stood!"

— Hughes, John (1678?-1720)

Date: April 18, 1721

"Must I despair then? Do not shake me thus: / My Tempest-beaten Heart is cold to Death."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1722

"Blush rather, that you are a Slave to Passion; / Subservient to the Wildness of your Will; / Which, like a Whirlwind, tears up all your Vertues; / And gives you not the Leisure to consider."

— Philips, Ambrose (1674-1749)

Date: February 22, 1723

"For 'tis th' infirmity of noblest minds, / When ruffled with an unexpected woe, / To speak what settled prudence wou'd conceal: / As the vex'd ocean working in a storm, / Oft brings to light the wrecks which long lay calm, / In the dark bosom of the secret deep."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"The fair offended seems to shun me now: / How shall I calm the tempest of her Soul!"

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: February 22, 1723

"Thy future doom / Thus pictur'd to my view, so wrap'd my soul / In clouds of deep despair, I strait comply'd / To give the filial pledge."

— Fenton, Elijah (1683-1730)

Date: 1724

"Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Reflection your Renown, clear as your Conscience; / The stormy Passions of your Soul, allay'd / By Reason to soft Gales, serenely playing / On the full Current of your youthful Blood, / By Nature and Occasion smoothly led / Through a fair Field of Royal Virtues, fruitful / In great Examples, and...

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1725

"What silly Notions crowd the clouded Mind, / That is thro' want of Education blind!"

— Ramsay, Allan (1684-1758)

Date: 1728

"When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)