Date: 1747

"Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane, / And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?"

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Why can I not this fatal Flame remove? / Or why, O why is it a Crime to love? / By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway, / As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray; / My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear, / And Love and Virtue wage unequal War."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"But oh! again the guilty Lover burns, / And all the Woman in my Soul returns; / Again my Bosom glows with soft Desire, / And hope returning fans the fatal Fire."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart, / Thy charming Conqueror returns; / Hence every Doubt each Fear depart, / The Youth with equal Passion burns."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"What Place can banish Love / From the subjected Mind."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Her Mind does all their glorious Beams dispense, / Bright as they are they owe their Rays to Sense."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

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)