Date: Monday, August 24. 1724

"Hence, that exquisite Expansion! That Liquefaction, of the Heart!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: Monday, August 24. 1724

"Vast Sea of Ecstacy, that drowns the Mind! / That fierce Transfusion of exchanging Hearts! / That gliding Glimpse of Heav'n, in pulsive Starts? / That veiny Rush! That warm, tumultuous, Roll! / That Fire that kindles Bodies into Soul!"

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: Monday, August 24. 1724

"Like Divinities quitting their Shrines, they disrobe themselves of their Bodies; and intermingle their meeting Minds, as we see Two Lights incorporate.--Their Souls glide out, from their Eyes, to snatch Embraces, at a Distance; and return, inrich'd, with the fancy'd Treasure."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1724

"When all at once / A thousand anxious Thoughts that slept by Day, / Swarm'd in my Brain, 'till it resembled Hell, / Hot, dark and hot: my sick Imagination, / Assisted by the Shades of Night, would give / A gloomy turn to each Idea there."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"I cannot speak the rest--the Thought is Hell-- / How my Brain glows! now Reason keep thy Seat."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"The working Soul, unexercis'd abroad, / Like martial Nations, turns its numerous Powers / Upon its self; and sunk by native Weight, / Begins intestine Broils, and War at Home."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"Reflection your Renown, clear as your Conscience; / The stormy Passions of your Soul, allay'd / By Reason to soft Gales, serenely playing / On the full Current of your youthful Blood, / By Nature and Occasion smoothly led / Through a fair Field of Royal Virtues, fruitful / In great Examples, and...

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"Is it a Dream, when at each Word you utter / In Scorn or Hate, my feav'rish Pulse beats high, / And all is War and Waste within my Bosom?"

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"Nay by the Hate (since Love is now no more) / The fix'd Aversion that usurps your Bosom, / (The native Seat of Gentleness and Pity) / By That and by its Cause, my late Transgression, / So black, so heinous as to shame Remorse, / Indulge that Hate, and give Revenge a loose / In this one Thought,...

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1780?

"Lust is the unbridled Horse of the Soul that has thrown its Rider."

— Walpole, Horatio [Horace], fourth earl of Orford (1717-1797)