Date: 1763

"How painful the conquest over the sweetest affections of the human heart! "

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

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."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"I feel a horror I cannot conquer at the idea of ever receiving the visit your Lordship has proposed; but conscious of the injustice of indulging it, I sacrifice it to our antient friendship, and only postpone, not refuse, the visit."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"I recollect those dear moments of confidence and friendship engraved for ever on my heart."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"The graces of that form are lost, those lips have ceased to utter the generous sentiments of the noblest heart which ever beat; but never will his varied perfections be blotted from the mind of his father."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"What a day have I passed! may the idea of it be ever blotted from my mind!"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"I will leave Belmont: her will is the law of my heart; yet a few days I must give to love."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"After all, are we not a little in the machine style, not to be able to withdraw our love when our esteem is at an end?"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"The heart of a woman does, I imagine, naturally gravitate towards a handsome, well-dressed, well-bred fellow, without enquiry into his mental qualities."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"This tender, this exquisite affection, has diffused a spirit through our whole lives, and given a charm to the most common occurrences; a charm to which the dulness of apathy, and the fever of guilty passion, are equally strangers."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)