Date: 1707

"See, see, he smiles amidst his Trance, / And shakes a visionary Lance, / His Brain is fill'd with loud Alarms, / Shouting Armies, clashing Arms, / The softer Prints of Love deface; / And Trumpets sound in ev'ry Trace."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"And oh, my Prince, when I survey thy Virtue, / I own the Seal of Heav'n imprinted on thee; / I stand convinc'd that good and holy Powers / Inspire and take Delight to dwell within thee."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Fools that we are! to vex the lab'ring Brain, / And waste decaying Nature thus with Thought; / To keep the weary Spirits waking still; / To goad and drive 'em in eternal Rounds / Of restless wracking Care; 'tis all in vain. / Blind Goddess Chance! henceforth I follow thee."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1708

"Passion more substantial Courts our Reason, solid, persuasive, elegant, sublime, where ev'ry Sense crowds to the luscious Banquet, and ev'ry nobler Faculty's imploy'd"

— Baker, Thomas (b. 1680-1)

Date: 1713

"The cautious Virgin, ignorant of Man, / No Glances threw, nor exercis'd the Fan, / Found Love a Stranger to her easie Breast, / And 'till the Wedding Night--enjoy'd her Rest."

— Gay, John (1685-1732)

Date: 1714

"If Pity dwells within your noble Breast, / (As sure it does) oh speak not to me thus!"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Time presses, and a thousand crowding Thoughts / Break in at once; this Way and that they snatch, / They tear my hurry'd Soul. All claim Attention, / And yet not one is heard."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

I have a Thought--but wherefore said I one, / I have a thousand Thoughts all up in Arms, / Like populous Towns disturb'd at dead of Night, / That mixt in Darkness bustle to and fro, / As if their Business were to make Confusion.

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Love is a generous Volunteer; Lust a Mercenary Slave"

— Johnson, Charles (1679?-1748)

Date: 1717

"Against my self my rebel Passions arm; / They bound within my Breast to meet this Victor."

— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)