Date: 1761
"His looks, and the tone of voice with which he spoke this, made my blood run cold, and my heart die within me."
preview | full record— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)
Date: 1762
"After rubbing her hands and feet till they were sore, suffocating her with burnt feathers, and half poisoning her with medicines, Sir Charles and her servants so far brought her to life, that after sending her attendants out of the room, she had just power to tell him, 'she had discovered an int...
preview | full record— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)
Date: 1762
"An idle mind, like fallow ground, is the soil for every weed to grow in; in it vice strengthens, the seed of every vanity flourishes unmolested and luxuriant; discontent, malignity, ill humour, spread far and wide, and the mind becomes a chaos, which it is beyond human power to call into order a...
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Date: 1762
"Mad with despair, I have sought all means of obtaining, what I imagined the only cure for my distempered mind."
preview | full record— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)
Date: 1762
"I have now my love discharged the burden from my mind."
preview | full record— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)
Date: 1762
"She sometimes thought what he said was just, but aware of her partiality, she could not believe herself an unprejudiced judge, and feared that she might mistake the sophistry of love, for the voice of reason."
preview | full record— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)
Date: 1763
"He will by this means too escape the pernicious snares of flattery, the servile court of interested inferiors, and all the various mischiefs which poison the minds of young men bred up as heirs to great estates and titles."
preview | full record— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)
Date: 1766
One may suffer in the interior of his or her heart by the decease of another
preview | full record— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)
Date: 1767
"It is not, replied the sultan, with a mildness chastened with gravity, it is not for mortal eyes to penetrate into the close recesses of the human heart
preview | full record— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)
Date: 1767
"How transitory have been all my pleasures! the recollection of them dies on my memory, like the departing colours of the rainbow, which fades under the eye of the beholder, and leaves not a trace behind."
preview | full record— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)