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)

Date: 1747

"But oh! again the guilty Lover burns, / And all the Woman in my Soul returns; / Again my Bosom glows with soft Desire, / And hope returning fans the fatal Fire."

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

Date: 1747

"AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart, / Thy charming Conqueror returns; / Hence every Doubt each Fear depart, / The Youth with equal Passion burns."

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

Date: 1747

"What Place can banish Love / From the subjected Mind."

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

Date: 1747

"Her Mind does all their glorious Beams dispense, / Bright as they are they owe their Rays to Sense."

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

Date: 1733, 1748

Memory is a "Surprising storehouse! in whose narrow womb / All things, the past, the present, and to come, / Find ample space, and large and mighty room."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"O falsely deemed the foe of sacred wit! / Thou [Memory], who the nurse and guardian art of it, / Laying it up till season due and fit."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"Where thou [Memory] art not, the cheerless human mind / Is one vast void, all darksome, sad, and blind; / No trace of anything remains behind."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

Date: 1733, 1748

"Still let my faithful Memory impart, / And deep engrave it on my grateful heart, / How just, and good, and excellent Thou art."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)