Date: 1720

"Nay more, when thou art dead, I won't leave thy Soul in Quiet--for I will go streight to thy House, break open they Chests, and scatter thy Gold and Silver, which is thy Soul"

— Molloy, Charles (d. 1767)

Date: 1726

One may be galled "with Reproaches and Contempt, more heavy, and corroding into my Soul, than the Load and Rust of my Irons eating into my Flesh? "

— Southerne, Thomas (1659-1746)

Date: 1739

"Ye hallowed Men! / In whom Vice sanctifies, whose Precepts teach / Zeal without Truth, Religion without Virtue, / Who ne'er preach Heav'n but with a downward Eye / That turns your Souls to Dross; who shouting loose / The Dogs of Hell upon us."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1759

"Bid them ne'er remit / Their high heroic ardor;--let them know, / Whate'er shall fall on this old mould'ring clay, / The tyrant never shall subdue my mind."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1759

"My soul with pleasure takes her flight, that thus / Faithful in death, I leave these cold remains / Near thy dear honour'd clay."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1761

"Inspiration pure impart, / Nerve her Arms and steel her Heart."

— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)

Date: 1764

"Against ev'ry virtue the bosom to steel, / And only of dress the anxieties feel"

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1764

"Bold was the man, and fenc'd in ev'ry part /With oak, and ten-fold brass about the heart, / To build a play who tortur'd first his brain, / And then dar'd launch it on this stormy main."

— Murphy, Arthur (1727-1805)

Date: 1775

"That heart, by war and honour steel'd to fear, / Droops on a sigh, and sickens at a tear!"

— Sheridan, Richard Brinsley (1751-1816)

Date: 1778

"I must first see what state my troops are in.--Go you, Drill, and bring 'em before us--here they come! here they come--come on my hearts of gold"

— Pilon, Frederick (1750-1788)