Date: 1765

"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1765

"As when the greedy fowler's snare / The birds by providence elude, / Our souls are rescu'd from despair, / And their free flight renew'd."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1765, 1770

"When health and vigour swell'd my youthful veins, / Lust drew my carriage, Folly held the reins."

— Thompson, Edward (1738-1786)

Date: 1766

"[A] little cunning is sufficient to enable us to take advantage of the discovery; for cunning attains its little ends more surely than wisdom; like the despicable mole which works its way through the greatest mountains, while the noble lion cannot penetrate one foot deep into the earth"

— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)

Date: 1766

Gallantry "suffers, sometimes, another passion to get before it; reason and interest, often, hold the bridle, and, make it give way to our situation, and, affairs."

— Trusler, John (1735-1820)

Date: 1766

"And strong discretion bridles restive wit."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1768

Thoughts may "unbridled dare / Forward fly in wild career; /In their most impetuous course"

— Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)

Date: 1768

"This Winged Boy a gentle mind did bear, / As gentle as the beast [a lamb] which him up-bore, / Ne could he see th'unhappy drop a tear / But it would make his breast with pity sore, / And he himself would weep and grieve therefore."

— Downman, Hugh (1740-1809)

Date: October 10, 1769

"My imagination without wing or broom stick off mounts aloft, rises into ye Regions of pure space, and without lett or impediment bears me to your fireside, where you can set me in your easy chair, and we talk and reason, as angel Host and guest Aetherial should do, of high and important matters."

— Montagu [née Robinson], Elizabeth (1718-1800)

Date: 1773

"Fancy no more on airy wings shall rise, / We now must scold the maids, and make the pies."

— More, Hannah (1745-1833)