Date: 1779

"If one spark of virtue / Yet hovers in his mind--Oh, grant me, Heaven! / To kindle it afresh, and be the flame immortal!"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"His mind / Knowledge illumines, and bright Virtue loves."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, nake...

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Then steel your mind, to bear the story's horror."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Those minds imbued by vice, with deepest stains, / Are often mask'd in forms almost divine-- / Deck'd forth in words, and looks, that Virtue's self / Might challenge for her own."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Why stand'st thou thus, with such exploring eyes, / As if thou'dst read the workings of my brain?"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"If right I read, your mind in balance hangs / 'Twixt the opposing principles of good / And ill."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"I fear not / Your anger, Lord!--nay, I will gladly die, / If, dying, on your mind I can impress / Just horror for the--"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"There are, my Liege, who have with groundless jealousy / Poison'd Lord Edward's mind, and work'd on him / To yield to infamy his spotless Bride."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"My mind, with wild contending passions torn, / Now, like a hart by worrying dogs forsook, / Sinks into apathy."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)