Date: 1684
"Since Harmony, like Fire to VVax, does fit / The softned Heart Impressions to admit."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1703
"Distorted Nature shakes at the Controul, / With strong Convulsions rends my strugling Soul; / Each vital String cracks with th' unequal Strife, / Departing Love racks like departing Life; / Yet there the Sorrow ceases with the Breath, / But Love each day renews th' torturing scene of Death."
preview | full record— Egerton [née Fyge; other married name Field], Sarah (1670-1723)
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."
preview | full record— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)
Date: 1713, 1719
"Thus my Thoughts play'd at Racket, and seldom minded the Line of Reason"
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1713, 1719
"[M]y Mind labour'd under a perpetual shaking Palsy of Hope and Fear; my whole Interiour was nothing but Distraction and Uncertainty"
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1713, 1719
"It is this reserv'd Mein, Madam, which has often deter'd me, and commanded my Tongue to a respectful Silence; whilst my poor Heart, overcharg'd with Passion, only eas'd it self with Sighs, and my Looks were the only Language whereby to express my interior Thoughts"
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"Ill Genius, or that Devil, Curiosity, ... too much haunts the Minds of Women"
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"[W]here the interiour Beauties are consulted, and Souls are Devotees, is truly noble; Love there is a Divinity indeed, because he is immortal and unchangeable; and if our earthy part partake the Bliss, and craving Nature is in all obey'd; Possession thus desir'd, and thus obtain'd,...
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1723
"Your Letter has so ruffled my whole Interior, that I know not how to write common Sense."
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)