Date: 1796

"My sons, if rich, might wield / The fan emblaz'd with Psyche and her boy / O'er some enchantress, whose contagious sighs / Would blast the best impression of their souls."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796

"Nay, if, like hers, my heart were iron-bound, / My warmth would melt the fetters to the ground"

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796, 1806

"A dread coincidence of time and act / Drew me from Reason's empire to Despair!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1796, 1806

"O! blessings on thee!--soft, this ray of hope / Dazzles my aching senses, and I start / As from a dream of horror, where the brain, / Stampt with the semblance of some phantom dire / Reflects it, waking, to the fearful gaze!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1796

"There lux'ry spreads profusion wide, / To glut the iron breast of pride!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: w. October, 1796; 1810

"Conscious the mortal stamp is on thy breast."

— Seward, Anna (1742-1809)

Date: 1796

"'Your son,' concluded he, 'will quickly put off his dirty dress—The dress hath not stained the mind—that is fair and honourable.""

— Edgeworth, Maria

Date: 1796

"The chains of care fall off my pensive mind, / When through the winds your spirit hails me."

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796

"Ah! fly the scene; secure that guilt can find / In brutal force no fetter for the mind!"

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1796, 1806

"Ambition!--not that emulative zeal Which wings the tow'ring souls of godlike men! / But bold, oppressive, self-created pow'r, / That, trampling o'er the barrier of the laws, / And scattering wide the tender shoots of pity, / Strikes at the root of reason, and confines / Nature itself in bondage!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)