Date: 1739

"For, O Gustavus, / My Soul is dark, disconsolate and dark; / Sick to the World, and hateful to myself, / I have no Country now."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"I am all / That's left to calm, to sooth his troubled Soul, / To Penitence, to Virtue; and perhaps / Restore the better Empire o'er his Mind, / True Seat of all Dominion."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1739

"O I will / Of private Passions all my Soul divest, / And take my dearer Country to my Breast."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1752

"My ever waking Soul, / Sits brooding o'er a Train of Images, / That constant rise in terrible Array, / And shrink my Resolution into Fears."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Remorse the Raven of a guilty Mind, / Is ever croaking horrid in my Ear; / Often I rouse to banish it away, / But the Tormentor still returns again, / And like PROMETHES' Vulture, ever gnaws."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

"Is not Ambition glutted with my Store? / And yet that faithful Mirror of the Mind, / Reflection, still a gloomy Prospect shews."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1756

"Haste, haste thee quickly to my aid, / And tune my jarring soul to love."

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

Date: 1756

"Infernal Jealousy! thou foe to rest, / Despotic ruler in the female breast, / Of Love begot, unnatural, and dire, / Thou prey'st upon the vitals of thy fire."

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

Date: 1756

"Oh! my dear love, quick, quickly drive away / Those boding thoughts which on your quiet prey; / The breed of Fancy, gender'd in the brain, / Nurs'd by the grosser spirits, light, and vain; / The vagrant visions of the sleeping mind, / Which vanish wak'd, nor leave a mark behind."

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