Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1765
"In Christ, his work and word / I trust, why should ye say, / That like a tim'rous bird / My soul must wing her way, / And flee from those, whose deadly skill / At worst can but the body kill?"
preview | full record— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)
Date: 1791
"Every desire is a viper in the bosom, who, while he was chill, was harmless; but when warmth gave him strength, exerted it in poison."
preview | full record— Boswell, James (1740-1795)
Date: 1755
"Or, the Power and Sway which the Soul exercises over them! Ten thousand Reins put into her Hands; yet she manages all, conducts all, without the least Perplexity or the least Irregularity: rather, with a Promptitude, a Consistency, and a Speed, that nothing else can equal!"
preview | full record— Hervey, James (1714-1758)
Date: 1798
"She had also suffered a disappointment, which preyed upon her mind."
preview | full record— Godwin, William (1756-1836)
Date: 1798
"Feeling herself unable to accept this as an explanation, she instantly determined to sail for London by the very first opportunity, that she might thus bring to a termination the suspence that preyed upon her soul."
preview | full record— Godwin, William (1756-1836)
Date: 1759
A Logician is "one, that has been broke / To Ride and Pace his Reason by the Booke, And by their Rules, and Precepts, and Examples, / To put his wits into a kind of Trammells."
preview | full record— Butler, Samuel (1613-1680)
Date: 1791
"In his soul was the serpent coil'd round in his heart, hid from the light, as in a cleft rock"
preview | full record— Blake, William (1757-1827)
Date: 1740
"In vain with formal Laws we fence it round; Love, swift as Thought, impatient, leaps the Bound,"
preview | full record— Duck, Stephen (1705-1756)
Date: 1741
"For Thou who, faulty, wrong'st another's Fame, / Howe'er so great and dignify'd thy Name, / The Muse shall drag thee forth to publick Shame; / Pluck the fair Feathers from thy Swan-skin Heart, / And shew thee black and guileful as thou art."
preview | full record— Miller, James (1704-1744)