Date: 1667

"Now I'm again possest / Of that late fugitive, my Breast"

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1667

"It is our narrow thoughts shorten these things, / By their companion Flesh inclin'd; / Which feeling its own weakness gladly brings / The same opinion to the Mind."

— Philips [née Fowler], Katherine (1632-1664)

Date: 1682

"You took my Counsel and became my Friend: / And by those Ties, did earnestly request, / That I wou'd make Marina's Heart your Guest."

— Ephelia (fl. 1679-1682)

Date: 1703

"All soft Delights are Strangers to her Breast"

— 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"

— 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."

— 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."

— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)

Date: 1733

"Content is grown a Stranger to my Breast"

— 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"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1737

"Such black designs are strangers to our breast."

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