Date: 1796

"An absent smile, and a few faint acknowledgments of her goodness were all she could return: Eugenia abandoned when she might have been served, Edgar contemning when he might have been approving---these were the images of her mind, which resisted entrance to all other."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: April 20, 1796

"Oh! that superior mind is gone for ever! / --Yet still, thus ruin'd, like a broken mirror, / It gives a perfect image in each fragment!"

— Lee, Sophia (bap. 1750, d. 1824)

Date: 1796

"Pervious to every beam, transparent Glass / Gives to the eye, all objects as they pass: / So the clear Soul, when justice claims her due, / Or honour calls,--sets all within, to view."

— Bishop, Samuel (1731-1795)

Date: w. 1746, 1797

"His youthful breast, by years mature refin'd, / May shine the mirror of thy blameless mind."

— Mason, William (1725-1797)

Date: 1797

"His mind resembled the glass of a magician, on which the apparitions of long-buried events arise, and as they fleet away, point portentously to shapes half-hid in the duskiness of futurity."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"When their first excess was exhausted, and his mind was calm enough to reflect, the images that appeared on it struck him with solemn wonder."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"Over the gloom of Schedoni, no scenery had, at any moment, power; the shape and paint of external imagery gave neither impression or colour to his fancy."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1797

"Her heart was possessed by evil passions, and all her perceptions were distorted and discoloured by them, which, like a dark magician, had power to change the fairest scenes into those of gloom and desolation."

— Radcliffe [née Ward], Ann (1764-1823)

Date: 1798

"So, mighty Burke! in thy sepulchral urn, / To fancy's view, the lamp of Truth shall burn"

— Canning, George (1770-1827)

Date: 1798

"No neighbour mind serves as a mirror to reflect the generous confidence he felt within himself; and perhaps the man never yet existed, who could maintain his enthusiasm to its full vigour, in the midst of this kind of solitariness."

— Godwin, William (1756-1836)