Date: October, 1739

"Bid Fancy quit her fairy cell, / In all her colours drest / While prompt her sallies to control, / Reason, the judge, recalls the soul / To Truth's severest test."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: October, 1739

"That last best effort of [Science's] skill, / To form the life, and rule the will, / Propitious power! impart."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: October, 1739

"Teach me to cool my passion's fires, / Make me the judge of my desires / The master of my heart."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1742

"Not all the chains that tyrants use / Shall bind their souls to vice."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1742

"He binds my Name upon his Arm, / And seals it on his Heart."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1742

"No more shall trickling Sorrows roll / Thro' those dear Windows of his Soul."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1744, 1756

"Our rebel hearts" disown Love's sway "While tyrant lust usurps the throne"

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1744, 1756

The soul to passion may yield her throne and see "with organs not her own"

— Moore, Edward (1712-1757)

Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"These flattering scenes / To this neglected labour court my song; / Yet not unconscious what a doubtful task / To paint the finest features of the mind, / And to most subtile and mysterious things / Give colour, strength, and motion."

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)

Date: 1744, 1772, 1795

"Call now to mind what high capacious powers / Lie folded up in man; how far beyond / The praise of mortals, may the eternal growth / Of nature to perfection half divine, / Expand the blooming soul?"

— Akenside, Mark (1720-1771)