Date: 1725-6

"[T]he body it self was suppos'd to be the infernal receptacle of the Soul, into which she descended as into a prison, from above; this was thought the sepulchre of the Soul, and the cave of Pluto"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744), Broome, W. and Fenton, E.

Date: 1729

"So shall not Death, with an unfriendly Frown, / Inglorious, throw thy ruin'd Cottage down"

— Mitchell, Joseph (c. 1684-1738)

Date: 1729

"A deep damp gloom o'erspreads the murky cell; / Here pining thoughts, and secret terrors dwell!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1729

"O'er my sunk spirits frowns a vap'ry scene, / Woe's dark retreat! the madding maze of spleen!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1728, 1729, 1736

"She form'd this image of well-bodied air, / With pert flat eyes she window'd well its head, / A brain of feathers, and a heart of lead, / And empty words she gave, and sounding strain, / But senseless, lifeless! idol void and vain!"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1730

"No light the darkness of that mind invades, / Where Chaos rules, enshrin'd in genuine Shades; / Where, in the Dungeon of the Soul inclos'd,/ True Dulness nods, reclining and repos'd.

— Harte, Walter (1708/9-1774)

Date: 1734

"Loosed from its bonds my spirit fled away, / And left behind its moving tent of clay."

— Adam [Adams], Jean (1710-1765)

Date: 1734

"What worlds of worth lay crowded in that breast! / Too strait the mansion for th'illustrious guest."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)

Date: 1734, 1753

"Were it a crime in flashing souls, to rise, / And strike each other thro' the meeting eyes; / Those op'ning windows had not let in light, / Nor stream'd ideas out, to voice the sight."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1734

"If I but close my eyes, strange images / In thousand forms and thousand colours rise, / Stars, rainbows, moons, green dragons, bears and ghosts, / An endless medley rush upon the stage, / And dance and riot wild in reason's court / Above control."

— Watts, Isaac (1674-1748)