Date: 1703
"All soft Delights are Strangers to her Breast"
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1703
"Self-love so crouds the human Breast, / That there's no Room for any other Guest"
preview | full record— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)
Date: 1713
"Falsly, the Mortal Part we blame / Of our deprest, and pond'rous Frame, / Which, till the First degrading Sin / Let Thee, its dull Attendant, in, / Still with the Other did comply, / Nor clogg'd the Active Soul, dispos'd to fly, / And range the Mansions of it's native Sky."
preview | full record— Finch [née], Anne, Countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)
Date: 1716
"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."
preview | full record— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)
Date: 1733
"Content is grown a Stranger to my Breast"
preview | full record— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)
Date: 1733
"Steal softly to her Heart, and see, / If any Room be left for me; / And if one Place be unpossess'd, / Fit to receive so true a Guest"
preview | full record— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)
Date: 1737
"Such black designs are strangers to our breast."
preview | full record— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)