Date: 1799

"'Th' woes imagination broaches / 'Drive through my brain like mourning coaches."

— Huddesford, George (bap. 1749, d. 1809)

Date: 1804

" Two men they were by storms of misery driven / To lose the soul's sheet anchor, trust in Heaven!"

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

"They [Infidels] court their Pupils to the Pagan code, / To Nature's nudities, dim Reason's road; / Philosophy's and Fancy's rules to read, / To form their Conduct, and to fix their Creed."

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

Date: 1814, 1816, 1896

One may "with the sails of Fancy, all unfurl'd, / Run his wild Course amidst a carnal World"

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

Date: 1821

My "spirit's bark is driven, / Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng / Whose sails were never to the tempest given."

— Shelley, Percy Bysshe (1792-1822)

Date: 1826

A woman's "reason [may be] ship-wrecked upon her passion, and the hulk of her understanding lies thumping against the rock of her fury"

— King, Thomas (1730-1805)

Date: 1868

"Over me the billows roll, / Swallow up my sinking soul."

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: April 26 1870

"You'd not believe by what strange roads / Thought travels, when your beauty goads / A man to-night to think of toads."

— Rossetti, Dante Gabriel (1828-1882)

Date: 1888

"It matters not how strait the gate, / How charged with punishments the scroll, / I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul."

— Henley, William Ernest (1849-1903)

Date: 1992

" He was dangerously obsessed, dangerously obsessed. And his thoughts, like a bobsleigh walled with ice, would not change their course until he had crashed or achieved his end."

— Edward St. Aubyn (b. 1960)