Date: 1741

"Happy Souls, who keep such a sacred Dominion over their inferior and animal Powers, and all the Influences of Pride and secular interest, that the sensitive Tumults or these vicious Influences never rise to disturb the superior and better Operations of the reasoning Mind!"

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1741

"But self-conceitedness does reign / In every mortal mind."

— Prior, Matthew (1664-1721)

Date: 1738, 1742

"Ye Princes by destructive Passions led / Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed / Who hear your Subjects all around complain / Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main, / While all your Counsels are yourselves to please, / And while ye batten in inglorious Ease, / 'Tis Virtue only can...

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: 1738, 1742

"In doing these ye act the princely Part, / And build your Empires in the People's Heart."

— Cooke, Thomas (1703-1756)

Date: 1742

"It makes us wander; wander earth around / To fly that tyrant, Thought."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Lorenzo! no; the thought of death indulge; / Give it its wholesome empire! let it reign, / That kind chastiser of thy soul in joy!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Its reign will spread thy glorious conquests far, / And still the tumults of thy ruffled breast: / Auspicious era! golden days, begin!"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"Is not the mighty mind, that son of heaven, / By tyrant Life dethroned, imprison'd, pain'd? / By Death enlarged, ennobled, deified? / Death but entombs the body; Life, the soul."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"While o'er my limbs Sleep's soft dominion spread, / What though my soul fantastic measures trod / O'er fairy fields; or mourn'd along the gloom / Of pathless woods; or, down the craggy steep / Hurl'd headlong, swam with pain the mantled pool; / Or scaled the cliff; or danced on hollow winds, / W...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1742

"So bounded are its haughty lord's delights / To Woe's wide empire; where deep troubles toss, / Loud sorrows howl, envenom'd passions bite, / Ravenous calamities our vitals seize, / And threatening fate wide opens to devour."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)