Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"They little know mankind / Who doubt its [flattery's] operation: 'tis my key, / And opes the wicket of the human heart."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Men's minds are temper'd, like their swords, for war."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Thy inspiration, Lord! / Hath fill'd his bosom with that sacred fire, / Which in the breasts of his forefathers burn'd."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Within my bosom reigns another lord; / Honour, sole judge and umpire of itself."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Sad fear and melancholy still divide / The empire of my breast with hope and joy."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"If in the breasts of men one spark remains / Of sacred love, fidelity, or pity, / Some in your cause will arm."

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"'Twas I! alas! 'twas I / That fill'd her breast with fury"

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: Performed Dec 1756, published 1757

"Sadly he says, that pity is the best, / The noblest passion of the human breast: / For when its sacred streams the heart o'erflow, / In gushes pleasure with the tide of woe; / And when its waves retire, like those of Nile, / They leave behind them such a golden soil, / That there the virtues wit...

— Home, John (1722-1808)

Date: 1757

"Behold, thro' fancy's mirrour, what a scene / The phantom opens, ample, wide, and fair, / Each golden minute, bearing as it flies / Imaginary raptures on its wing; / Flatt'ring my fond deluded heart with dreams / Of lasting pleasure--but alas, how soon / This fairy Eden to a waste is turn'd?"

— Hervey, James (1714-1758)

Date: 1780?

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

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