Date: 1737

One shouldn't "dread th' Effects of all their treach'rous Arts, / Their boasted Stratagems to conquer Hearts"

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

Date: 1737

"Yet when my trembling Soul's dislodg'd, wou'd be / No Room of State within the Grave for me."

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

Date: 1737

"Her lovely image, on his mind impress'd, / Had fix'd her empire in his yielding breast."

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

Date: 1737

"But oh! what anguish did his soul invade, / When he was told, the lov'd enchanting maid / At Isis holy shrine devoutly bow'd, / A virgin priestess to the goddess vow'd?"

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

Date: 1737

"Some heav'nly being had prepar'd his thought, / And on his heart the kind impression wrought."

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

Date: 1737

"The soft impression of my brothers face, / Dwells on my heart."

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

Date: 1737

"Such black designs are strangers to our breast."

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

Date: 1739

"Thy hand can trace the characters divine, / And stamp celestial beauty on my soul"

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

Date: 1773

"My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"But soon, alas! this holy calm is broke; / My soul submits to wear her wonted yoke; / With shackled pinions strives to soar in vain, / And mingles with the dross of earth again."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)