Date: 1720

"Large is my forehead made, not wond'rous fair, / But room enough for all the Muses there."

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)

Date: 1724, 1756

"Consult the native Dictates of thy Soul; / And if thou there discern the Maker's Hand, / Confess his Care, resign to his Command."

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1756

Wit is a "rebel Folly" that must be taught "That 'tis her noblest Conquest to submit"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

"Such Verse where Fear and humble Passion speak, / Where crowding Thoughts in soft Confusion break"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

Rust may "fair endowments hide"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

Unemployed wit stagnates like standing waters

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

The mind is a soil that must be cultivated; left fallow "an hateful crop succeeds"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

Reason's view is finite

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1755

Wit may be refined by reason to disengage metal from the mine [of the mind]

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1726

"Oh! I hate the wretched victors: / Fancy would fain paint their pictures."

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)