Date: 1701

"Search all the close recesses of the mind, / And leave no vice, no ruling passion there, / Nothing to raise a blush, or cause a fear; / Their memories with solid notions fill, / And let their reason dictate to their will."

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1702

"When Friends converse together Face to Face; / Then freely they Unbosom their Requests, / And treasure Secrets in each others Breasts, / As in firm Cabinets, close lock'd, where none / Can find the Key, but only each his own."

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1682, 1702

"True Friendship found not room / Within those narrow bounded Breasts, / The Lodging of Self-Interest,"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1682, 1702

One finds "true Content in any Lot; / Since in the Closet of his Mind / Dwells Solace not to be defin'd"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1702

"Now some may say, What Daniel, couldst not thou / In Heart, and in thy private Closet bow, / And make Petition in his Ear, that hears / Deep Sighs and Groans, as well as louder Prayers"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1703

"When Souls are first to their close Rooms confin'd, / Nothing of their Celestial Make is seen, / Obscuring Earth does interpose between"

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1703

"The streiten'd Intellect immur'd does lie, / Shut up within a narrow place, / Till Nature does enlarge the Space, / And by degrees the Organs fit, / For those great Operations which are wrought by it."

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1713

"Away the Skilful Doctor comes / Of Recipes and Med'cines full, / To check the giddy Whirl of Nature's Fires, / If so th' unruly Case requires; / Or with his Cobweb-cleansing Brooms / To sweep and clear the over-crouded Scull, / If settl'd Spirits flag, and make the Patient dull."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1717

"I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1720

"Large is my forehead made, not wond'rous fair, / But room enough for all the Muses there."

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)