Date: 1715

"Shall thy Soul / Still scorn the World, still flie the Joys that court / Thy blooming Beauty, and thy tender Youth? / Still shall she soar on Contemplation's Wing, / And mix with nothing meaner than the Stars; / As Heaven and Immortality alone / Were Objects worthy to employ her Faculties."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Truth and Innocence: / A conscious Knowledg rooted in my Heart, / That to have sav'd my Country was my Duty."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Some Flame uncommon kindles up his Soul, / And flashes forth impetuous at his Eyes."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Their old Hearts melted in 'em as she spoke, / And Tears ran down upon their silver Beards."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Light of my Soul, my Hearts refined part, why dost thou weep, why like distilling Roses waste, dissolving thus thy Beauties to a Dew?"

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Reason's Efforts are vain, I am my Passion's Slave, and cannot quit this scornful Woman."

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"The Man's Passion is now at the Top, and Things cannot long stand at the Top; it is an old Observation I have made, that when the Pot boils over, it cools it self:--But then the Fat's all in the Fire--Ay! that is not as it shou'd be--she shou'd encourage him a little, or the hot Fit will be over...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Oh, the excessive Joy that fills my Soul with Thoughts of my approaching Happiness."

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"Give me that solid one; I hate your thin and unsubstantial Soul, that every small Assault of Fortune breaks through, and makes ridiculous Mirth, or Sorrow; give me a Soul, a Humour that's in Grain, not one that fades like Colours in the Sun, and changes like your Cheeks; now Pale, now Red, and t...

— Bullock, Christopher (bap. 1690, d. 1722)

Date: 1715

"And as our Words must be the Product of our Judgment, so they must be temperate and decent, mixed with Curtesie and Civility; for he that hath calmed his Passions, hath nothing to betray them to rash and rude Language, which is a Foam cast up only by the Billows of a turbulent Mind, and can neve...

— Bulstrode, Richard, Sir (1610-1711)