Date: 1724

"But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd."

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"Your passions late were wing'd, like vengeful whirlwinds, / Now they sink, sighing, to a gale of sorrow!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"All my fierce passions rise with that reflection, / Inward they rage--a winding train takes fire, / The flashy blaze runs swift thro' ev'ry vein, / And my brain splits with agony!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"My thoughts are furies all!--and turn upon me! / I feel their whips!--They lash me with remorse! / My brain grows hot!--Hell glows in my mad bosom!"

— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)

Date: 1724

"For Nature by fix'd Laws has wisely join'd / The bright Ideas of the conscious Mind / To Motions of the liquid spirit'ous Train, / Thro' previous Traces of the humid Brain; / These, when the Soul by drowsy Sleep oppress'd / Into her private Cell retires to Rest, / Thro' beaten Paths their wand'r...

— Needler, Henry (1690-1718); Duncombe, William (1690-1769)

Date: 1725-6

"Rare on the mind those images are trac'd, / Whose footsteps twenty winters have defac'd."

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

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: 1725-6

"His heart with rage this new dishonour stung, / Wav'ring his thoughts in dubious balance hung; / Or, instant should he quench the guilty flame / With their own blood, and intercept the shame; / Or to their lust indulge a last embrace, / And let the Peers consummate the disgrace?"

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

Date: 1725

" He loaths the piece; condemns it; nor can find / The genuin stamp, and image of his mind"

— Pitt, Christopher (1699-1748)

Date: 1726, 1753

"Love, in a chain of converse, bound mankind, / And polish'd, and awak'd the rugged mind."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)