Date: 1763

"I feel a horror I cannot conquer at the idea of ever receiving the visit your Lordship has proposed; but conscious of the injustice of indulging it, I sacrifice it to our antient friendship, and only postpone, not refuse, the visit."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"I recollect those dear moments of confidence and friendship engraved for ever on my heart."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"The graces of that form are lost, those lips have ceased to utter the generous sentiments of the noblest heart which ever beat; but never will his varied perfections be blotted from the mind of his father."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"What a day have I passed! may the idea of it be ever blotted from my mind!"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"I will leave Belmont: her will is the law of my heart; yet a few days I must give to love."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"After all, are we not a little in the machine style, not to be able to withdraw our love when our esteem is at an end?"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"The heart of a woman does, I imagine, naturally gravitate towards a handsome, well-dressed, well-bred fellow, without enquiry into his mental qualities."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"This tender, this exquisite affection, has diffused a spirit through our whole lives, and given a charm to the most common occurrences; a charm to which the dulness of apathy, and the fever of guilty passion, are equally strangers."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"I could have resisted her beauty only, but the mind which irradiates those speaking eyes"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1763

"A thousand sweet ideas rise in my mind. My heart dances with pleasure."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)