Date: 1734

"Loosed from its bonds my spirit fled away, / And left behind its moving tent of clay."

— Adam [Adams], Jean (1710-1765)

Date: 1808

"Secure, his adamantine heart / In learning's musty cell / Repell'd poor Cupid's powerful dart, / And slighted every belle"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"In panoply of lead and brass / Their cautious hearts unfold, / Which beauty cannot pierce, alas! / Unless with darts of gold!"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"The soft harp's many-sounding strings, / Wak'd by the blushing maid, / Could melt the iron hearts of kings, / And beauty's influence aid"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"Yet our souls are so crusted with housewifely moss, / That Fancy's bright furnace yields nothing but dross:"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)

Date: 1808

"Yet adamantine souls, and iron forms, / Hard brac'd by toil, and nurst among the storms, / Whom pleasure ne'er could melt, or terror freeze, / Can trace undaunted even such scenes as these"

— Grant [née MacVicar], Anne (1755-1838)