Date: 1758

"COME, Epictetus, arm my breast / With thy impenetrable steel, / No more the wounds of grief to feel, / Nor mourn, by others' woes deprest."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Nor let me shrink when Fancy's eye / Beholds the guilty wretch's breast / Beneath the tort'ring pincers heave!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Let inward beauty charm the mental sight; / Let godlike Reason, beaming bright, / Chase far away each gloomy shade, / Till VIRTUE's heav'nly form display'd / Alone shall captivate my soul, / And her divinest love possess me whole!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Is it not soul, weak, ignorant, and blind?"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1775

"Then Peace shall heal this wounded breast, / That pants to see another blest, / From selfish passion pure."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)