Date: 1710

"But now, my Lord, I am coming to the melancholly Part of fair Agnes's Description, her Mind, 'twas all a Blot, nor had it ever been otherways; she had no Notion of Things, no Discourse, no Memory."

— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)

Date: 1710

"In that Particular I was sure my fair Agnes was exceeded by none; her Charms were faultless and peculiar, but her Mind was a Rock upon which my Resolution struck."

— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)

Date: 1710

"Blows only pass 'twixt Porters and their Trulls, / Where brutish Rage, instead of Reason, rules, / Those of our Rank, altho' the Cause be great, / Should scorn to jar at such a scoundrel Rate."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

When passion cools, "Reason may again bear Rule"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd."

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

Honour is a "Maggot that infects the giddy Brains / Of Cowards, Foold, rich Knaves, and Curtizans"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

London ladies are "All looking upwards, aiming with their Darts / To wound the Rich, and conquer wealthy Hearts"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"What stingy Avarice invades thy Mind?"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Gold such Patience can inspire, / And so debase the Soul of Man,"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)

Date: 1710

"Thy dying Words shall melt my stony Breast, / And pierce my weeping Soul whilst thou art blest"

— Ward, Edward (1667-1731)