Date: 1703

"I have turn'd my Eyes inward upon my self, / Where foul Offence, and Shame have laid all waste; / Therefore my Soul abhors the wretched Dwelling, / And longs to find some better place of Rest."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1706

"Yes Sir, be certain on't, she shall be try'd; / Thro' all the winding Mazes of her Thoughts."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1706

One may be "Lord of [his] own Tenement, and keep [his] Houshold in Order"

— Vanbrugh, Sir John (1664-1726)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"There is no end of Thought--the Labyrinth winds, / And I am lost for ever."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"So thou, my dearest, truest, best Alicia, / Vouchsafe to lodge me in thy gentle Heart, / A Partner there; I will give up Mankind, / Forget the Transports of encreasing Passion, / And all the Pangs we feel for its Decay."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Nature to Man's Breast has made no Windows, / To show us what they act within Doors."

— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)

Date: 1715

"Thy Virtues flash, / They break at once on my astonish'd Soul; / As if the Curtains of the Dark were drawn, / To let in Day at Midnight."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1759, performed 1776

The soul may be "Snatch'd by the power of music from her cell / Of fleshly thraldom" and feel "herself upborn / On plumes of ecstasy"

— Mason, William (1725-1797)

Date: 1781

"Oh, I begin to take you--your days--the rusticated remains of a ruined Temple Critic--a smatterer of high life from the scenes of Cibber, which remain upon his imagination, as they do upon the stage, forty years after the real characters are lost"

— Burgoyne, John (1722-1792)