Date: December 13, 1700; 1701
"I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1719
"The Absence of an old Mistress makes room for a new one--Therefore I have blotted her from my Fancy, like a Painter that strikes one form out of his Cloth, to lay in another."
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1728
"When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1728
"A Lover, when he is admitted to Cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the Motions of his Mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he shou'd be the Shadow of her Mind."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1728
"I know not why it is, but certainly a Woman is the least liable to play the Fool here; perhaps, the Hurry of Diversions and Company keep the Mind in too perpetual a Motion to let it fix on one Object."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1763
I shall bury in Oblivion all Thoughts of the Intent,
preview | full record— King, Thomas (1730-1805)
Date: 1789, 1797
"Ah, say, deluded Maid, / Would you, whose mind is pure as winter's snow, / Assort with one distain'd by foulest guilt, / Whose nightly rest the murther'd sprites would break."
preview | full record— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)
Date: 1789, 1797
"Each motive base it [the soul] nobly spurns, / And bright with purest passion burns."
preview | full record— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)
Date: 1789, 1797
"Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign, / Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway."
preview | full record— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)
Date: March 8, 1790
"Love does all day the soul's great empire keep; / But Wine, at night, lulls the soft God asleep."
preview | full record— Kemble, John Philip (1757-1823)