Date: 1744

"Eternity's vast ocean lies before thee; / There, there, Lorenzo, thy Clarissa sails. / Give thy mind sea-room; keep it wide of earth, / That rock of souls immortal; cut thy cord; / Weigh anchor; spread thy sails; call every wind; / Eye thy great Pole-star; make the land of life."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1745

"Let clear-ey'd reason at the helm preside, / Bear to the wind, or stem the furious tide: / Then mirth may urge when reason can explore, / This point the way, that waft us to the shore."

— Brown, John (1715-1766)

Date: 1745

"Fancy and Sense from an infected shore, / Thy cargo bring; and pestilence the prize."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 1750, 1791

"'Tis then, nor sooner, that the restless mind / Shall find itself at home; and like the ark / Fix'd on the mountain-top, shall look-aloft / O'er the vague passage of precarious life; / And, winds and waves and rocks and tempests past, / Enjoy the everlasting calm of Heav'n."

— Smart, Christopher (1722-1771)

Date: 1753

"Trembling, he sees the threatning tempest roll, / And ev'ry rising billow lifts his soul:"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1760

"How short aspiring Reason's vaunted Line, / When stretch'd to search thy Ways, thy Works divine!""

— Langhorne, John (1735-1779)

Date: 1762

"Let the winds blow, and billows roll, / Hope is the anchor of the \soul"

— Wesley, John and Charles

Date: 1765, 1770

"When health and vigour swell'd my youthful veins, / Lust drew my carriage, Folly held the reins."

— Thompson, Edward (1738-1786)

Date: 1766

"Her tuneful tongue with eloquence and ease, / The golden merchandize of thought conveys; / Brisk fancy wafts it with her sprightly gales, / While judgment ballasts all the swelling sails."

— Woodhouse, James (bap. 1735, d. 1820)

Date: 1773

"Strong Passions draw, like Horses that are strong, / The Body-Coach of Flesh and Blood along; / While subtle Reason, with each Rein in Hand, / Sits on the Box, and has them at Command; / Rais'd up aloft, to see and to be seen, / Judges the Track, and guides the gay Machine."

— Byrom, John (1692-1763)