Date: 1796

"He wrote these verses on his voyage to Cuba, when his mind was clouded by sorrow, and he forgot that he had a wife and children."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"You have made an impression upon her young heart which gives me the most serious alarm: to prevent that impression from growing stronger; I am obliged to decline your acquaintance. For me, you may be sure that I should rejoice at establishing my child so advantageously."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Pleasure fled, and Shame usurped her seat in his bosom."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"He looked forward with horror: his heart was despondent, and became the abode of satiety and disgust: he avoided the eyes of his partner in frailty."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"He strove to pray: his bosom no longer glowed with devotion: his thoughts insensibly wandered to Matilda's secret charms."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"The pleasures which he had just tasted for the first time were still impressed upon his mind: his brain was bewildered, and presented a confused chaos of remorse, voluptuousness, inquietude, and fear."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"He related her adventure; and he added, that since that time his ideas having undergone a thorough revolution, he now felt much compassion for the unfortunate nun."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"You are still too much the monk, your mind is enslaved by the prejudices of education; and superstition might make you shudder at the idea of that which experience has taught me to prize and value."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Frequent repetitions made him familiar with sin, and his bosom became proof against the stings of conscience."

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)

Date: 1796

"Since he had obtained her favours, he was become dearer to her than ever, and she felt grateful to him for the pleasures in which they had equally been sharers. Unfortunately as her passion grew ardent, Ambrosio's grew cold; the very marks of her fondness excited his disgust, and its excess serv...

— Lewis, Matthew Gregory (1775-1818)