Date: 1754
"Come Courage, foremost in the manly Train; / Come all; and in the honest Heart abide, / Your native Residence, your Fortress still, / From real or from fancy'd Evils free"
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1754
"Ah! see, how Fear, / How Dread, distort the Face, and fix the Eye, / The pallid Eye, that Window of the Soul"
preview | full record— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)
Date: 1755
"Thy answer is in more than words express'd, / I read it through the window in thy breast"
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1759
"If not with Prejudice, and Passion blind, / In Reason's Glass, you will your Error find. / Search the Recesses of the human Soul, / Mark there, what secret Springs her Acts controul."
preview | full record— Marriott, Thomas (d. 1766)
Date: 1760, 1850
"Yet still in fancy's painted cells / The soul-inflaming image dwells."
preview | full record— Hamilton, William, of Bangour (1704-1754)
Date: 1761, 1790
"Ev'n from this dark confinement with delight / She [the mind] looks abroad, and prunes herself for flight; / Like an unwilling inmate longs to roam / From this dull earth, and seek her native home."
preview | full record— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787); Browne, Isaac Hawkins (1706-1760)
Date: 1762-3
"Within the brain's most secret cells / A certain Lord Chief Justice dwells, / Of sovereign power, whom, one and all, / With common voice, we Reason call."
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1762-3
"Men of sound parts, who, deeply read, / O'erload the storehouse of the head / With furniture they ne'er can use"
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1762-3
"With these grave fops, whose system seems / To give up certainty for dreams / The eye of man is understood / As for no other purpose good / Than as a door, through which, of course, / Their passage crowding objects force; / A downright usher, to admit / New-comers to the court of Wit."
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)
Date: 1763
"Try, thou State-Juggler, ev'ry paltry art, / Ransack the inmost closet of my heart / Swear Thou'rt my Friend; by that base oath make way / Into my breast, and flatter to betray."
preview | full record— Churchill, Charles (1731-1764)