Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"Men learn to judge of beauty, and acquire / Those forms set up, as idols in the soul / For love and zealous praise."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1743, 1745

"'Tis Power's supreme prerogative to stamp / On others' minds an image of its own"

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Truth stamps conviction in the mind, / All doubts and fears are left behind, / And peace and joy at once an entrance find."

— Dodsley, Robert (1703-1764)

Date: 1745

"But thou whose eye, from passion's film refin'd, / Can see true greatness in an honest mind."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1745

"A world, where Lust of Pleasure, Grandeur, Gold, / Three demons that divide its realms between them, / With strokes alternate buffet to and fro / Man's restless heart, their sport, their flying ball; / Till with the giddy circle sick and tired, / It pants for peace, and drops into despair."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Such is the world Lorenzo's wisdom wooes, / And on its thorny pillow seeks repose; / A pillow which, like opiates ill-prepared, / Intoxicates, but not composes; fills / The visionary mind with gay chimeras, / All the wild trash of sleep, without the rest; / What unfeign'd travail, and what dream...

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Pleasures obscene are various, as the throng / Of passions that can err in human hearts; / Mistake their objects, or transgress their bounds."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"A soul in commerce with her God is heaven; / Feels not the tumults and the shocks of life; / The whirls of passions, and the strokes of heart."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Tis the cradle of the Soul, / From Instinct sent, to rock her in disease, / Which her physician, Reason, will not cure."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Imagination is the Paphian shop, / Where feeble Happiness, like Vulcan, lame, / Bids foul Ideas, in their dark recess, / And hot as hell, (which kindled the black fires,) / With wanton art, those fatal arrows form / Which murder all thy time, health, wealth, and fame."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)