Date: 1713

"Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: 1713

"Since we have made this Breach in her Heart, my Lad, there is now no fear of gaining the Citadel."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1714

"Oh Jealousie! Thou Bane of pleasing Friendship, / Thou worst Invader of our tender Bosoms; / How does thy Rancour poison all our Softness, / And turn our gentle Natures into Bitterness."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)