Date: 1653

"My heart the fire, whose flames are ever pure, / Laid on Loves Altar last, till life endure."

— Cavendish, Margaret (1623-1673)

Date: 1713

"Away the Skilful Doctor comes / Of Recipes and Med'cines full, / To check the giddy Whirl of Nature's Fires, / If so th' unruly Case requires; / Or with his Cobweb-cleansing Brooms / To sweep and clear the over-crouded Scull, / If settl'd Spirits flag, and make the Patient dull."

— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1747

Thou no less pow'rful o'er the Human Mind, / As great a Triumph from thy Songs can find; / Love and its pleasing Pains at once inspire, / And fix in ev'ry Breast the latent Fire.

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Tho' her bright Image, in his Breast he bears, / And all her Beauties in his Form appears; / Tho' in his Soul she lights her heav'nly Flame, / And finds even here a Votary in him."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Believe me, Friend, the cruel Flame, / Which tortures now thy gentle Breast; / The Object chang'd will burn the same, / And you in mutual Love be blest."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"To that I'll sue, the languid Flame to raise, / And wake the sleeping Passion to a Blaze."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"In Vain I strive with Female Art, / To hide the Motions of my Heart; / My Eyes my secret Flame declare, / And Damon reads his Triumph there."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Deep in my Soul thy soft Reproaches steal, / And all thy Griefs redoubled there I feel; / Still round my Heart plays the same lambient Flame, / Each Wish, and every fond Desire the same."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Still shall its lawless Fires my Soul profane, / And is my boasted Virtue but a Name?"

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Why can I not this fatal Flame remove? / Or why, O why is it a Crime to love? / By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway, / As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray; / My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear, / And Love and Virtue wage unequal War."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)