Date: 1755

"Better by far in lonesome den / To sleep unheard-of--than to glow / With treacherous wildfire of then brain, / Th' intoxicated poet's bane."

— Knight, Henrietta [née St John], Lady Luxborough (1699-1756)

Date: 1755

"Now Night her highest Noon ascends, / And o'er the Globe her Shades extends: / While all her shining Lamps of Light, / The Soul to solemn Thought invite."

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1755

"But, must the Soul, uncloth'd and cold, / Appear, her Maker to behold? / Or shall the gaping Grave restore, / The Robe of Flesh which once she wore?"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1785

One's "chill'd ideas [may] quit their frozen pole / Of blank Despair"

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1785

"In thy mild rhetoric dwells a social love / Beyond my wild conceptions, optics false!/ Thro' which I falsely judg'd of polish'd life"

— Yearsley, Ann (bap. 1753, d. 1806)

Date: 1790

"There is a midnight in the breast / No morn shall ever cheer."

— Baillie, Joanna (1762-1851)

Date: 1791, 1806

"Oh! horrid Night! / Thou prying Monitor confest! / Whose key unlocks the human breast, / And bares each avenue to mental sight!"

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

Date: 1791, 1806

"When from the festive bow'r / The frenzied Homicide retreats, / And, in his bosom's cell, / Essays each rising throb to quell;"

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

Date: 1791, 1806

"Yet in my bosom's ruby cell / The philosophic lore shall live!"

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

Date: January 11, 2014

"As your body sleeps, your brain is quite actively playing the part of mental janitor: It’s clearing out all of the junk that has accumulated as a result of your daily thinking."

— Konnikova, Maria (b. 1984)