Date: 1776

"I have very uneasy apprehensions, tho' I hope they are not well founded, that Sir James Desmond's ruling passion is the love of play."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"The country, as the poets tell us, is the scene for love; the pleasing objects that surround us, the pureness of the air, but, above all, its stillness, harmonize the soul, and render it susceptible of every soft and tender feeling."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Their hearts are tied up in their purses."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Nothing is so swift as thought; a ray of recollection beamed upon my mind, and brought back to my remembrance the once smiling countenance of Nancy Weston, whose father had been one of the under masters at Winchester, at whose house I boarded, when I was placed at college there."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Banished be the vile idea from every honest breast, and may his couch be ever strewed with thorns, that can for his sport, create a pang, in the bosom of unsuspecting innocence!"

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Ah, Stanley! I have no hopes of making any impression on her heart, either at Delville, or in Berkeley-square."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Besides, my Lucy is a perfect Columbus in the terra incognita of lovers hearts, and discovered her faithful Stanley's fond attachment in his speaking eyes, for many months before his tongue revealed it."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Alarmed as all my passions were, her gentle accents vibrated upon my heart, and calmed each throbbing pulse."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"Not that I wou'd encourage the modern philosophy, which reduces all virtue to self-interest; for if I may hazard an unborrowed simile, the liberal mind may be compared to the Nile, which enriches the soil, from its own abundance, without requiring any return."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"If you cannot like my brother, tell him so, and perhaps the wound which his self-love must receive from your denial, may rouse him to attempt the conquest of an hopeless passion."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)