Date: 1748

The sorrowing soul is tempestuous

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1748

The passions may be at war

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1748

The body is a "frail building falling to decay"

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

Memory is a "Surprising storehouse! in whose narrow womb / All things, the past, the present, and to come, / Find ample space, and large and mighty room."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"O falsely deemed the foe of sacred wit! / Thou [Memory], who the nurse and guardian art of it, / Laying it up till season due and fit."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"Where thou [Memory] art not, the cheerless human mind / Is one vast void, all darksome, sad, and blind; / No trace of anything remains behind."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"Still let my faithful Memory impart, / And deep engrave it on my grateful heart, / How just, and good, and excellent Thou art."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

Memory is a fountain of "endless joy"

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1748

"But the Dean did not know what sort of a Memory I had, when he entrusted me with his Verse: I had no occasion for any other copy, than what I had registered in the Book and Volume of my Brain."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1761

One may sacrifice an over-ruling passion to the sober calls of reason and humanity

— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)