Date: 1755

"Like Death impartial, [Love] presents his Dart, / And sure to conquer, aims at ev'ry Heart"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1755

"After the many restless Nights I've spent, / In anxious Care, in raving Discontent, / Contending with a wild, a fierce Desire, / The Flame of Love, which set my Soul on Fire."

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1755

"Oh let me now thy tender Mercy find, / With thy free Grace illuminate my Mind, / Let me no more the Slave of Passion be, / But turn my wand'ring Thoughts to Heav'n and thee."

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1755

"Then shall my cruel Foe, abash'd, recede, / Finding his artful Snares are vainly spread. / Of rolling Years, eleven are past in Pain, / Since I was doom'd to wear the galling Chain: / The Chain which am'rous Minds are forc'd to bear, / Still to the most Submissive, most severe."

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1755

Had only heaven "stamp'd Omniscience on thy weaker Soul"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1755

"They George's Image in his Coin approve, / Thy pictur'd Mind I in thy Letters love."

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)