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• Fill'd with fury, rapt, inspired. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 10
• In hollow murmurs died away. -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 68
• T was sad by fits, by starts 't was wild.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 28...
• O Music! sphere-descended maid, Friend of Pleasure, Wisdom's aid!
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 95...
• When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- The Passions, Line 1...
• Well may your hearts believe the truths I tell: 'T is virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
  -- William Collins (1720-1756) -- Oriental Eclogues, 1, Line 5...
• We 'll shine in more substantial honours, And to be noble we 'll be good.
  -- Thomas Percy (1728-1811) -- Winifreda (1720)...
• Sweet dreams are made of this?
• I praise the Frenchman, How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude!
  But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet....