Date: 1761

"Let not the memory of my wrongs extinguish / That spark divine, which animates the soul, / And lights the path of glory."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"How my soul burns within me!"

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"My Soul is tost / Upon a sea of blood, whose stormy channel / My lab'ring bark must pass, e're it can reach / That land of Peace, to which its Hopes are bound."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Injurious woman, / Wou'd that men's thoughts were graven on their hearts!"

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"But Heaven that gave a blessing to our bed, / Stampt the great Law of Nature on my heart, / And bound me to it by the sacred ties / Of fatherly affection."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Daughter, I've look'd into the hearts of men, / And trac'd the shifting passions, as they turn / To opposite extremes; there I have mark'd, / When Envy keeps the throne, 'tis Hell within us."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"While Frugi liv'd / Thy sorrows kept possession of my heart, / And Love receded from the stronger guest; / Now his dear image rises to my view / So piteously array'd, with such a train / Of tender thoughts assails this shatter'd frame, / That Reason quits her fort, and flies before, / To the las...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"Why then I thank thee, Nature, / That when you made this frame of such frail stuff, / So sensible of harm, so ill array'd / To combat sharp Misfortune, yet you cas'd / My Heart in temper'd steel, and made it proof / Against the soft compunctious stroke of Pity, / Bidding it laugh at all that Fat...

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1761

"The storm is past; / Sorrows as deep, tho' calmer, now succeed; / My soul shuts out each soft and joyful sense, / Ev'n Love itself, to entertain thy wrongs."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)