Date: 1739

"My bosom all thy image shall retain, / The full impression there shall still remain."

— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)

Date: 1739

"Those gifts for nobler purposes assign'd, / To raise the thoughts, and moralize the mind; / The chaste delights of virtues to inspire, / And warm the bosom with seraphic fire; / Sublime the passions, lend devotion wings, / And celebrate the first great cause of things."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1739

"Ye happy minds, that free from mortal chains, / Possess the realms where boundless pleasure reigns, / That feel the force of those immortal fires, / And reach the bliss, to which my soul aspires."

— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)

Date: w. 1740-50

"Poor Cornet is a quiet creature: / One reads his mind in every feature."

— Amherst [later Thomas], Elizabeth Frances (c.1716-1779)

Date: 1740

"How bruised and scarified! how deep the wound! / Senseless, of life no symptom to be found!"

— Dixon, Sarah (1671/2-1765)

Date: 1740

"Thus lawless conquerors our town restore, / With the sad marks of their inhuman power; / No art, nor time, such ravage can repair; / No superstructure can these ruins bear."

— Dixon, Sarah (1671/2-1765)

Date: w. 1741

"While breath shall animate this frail machine, / My heart sincere, which never flatt'ry knew, / Shall consecrate its warmest wish to you."

— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)

Date: 1741

"Says Body to Mind, ''Tis amazing to see, / We're so nearly related yet never agree, / But lead a most wrangling strange sort of life, / As great plagues to each other as husband and wife.'"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1741

"The best room in my house you [the mind] have seized for your own, / And turned the whole tenement quite upside down, / While you hourly call in a disorderly crew / Of vagabond rogues, who have nothing to do / But to run in and out, hurry-scurry, and keep / Such a horrible uproar, I can't get to...

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1741

"There's my kitchen sometimes is as empty as sound, / I call for my servants, not one's to be found: / They are all sent out on your ladyship's errand, / To fetch some more riotous guests in, I warrant!"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)