Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691
"O Leonora! (continued he) how hast thou stamp'd thine Image on my Soul! How much dearer am I to my self, since I have had thy Heavenly Form in keeping!"
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691
"For still I did preserve your Image in my Heart, and you were ever present to my dearest Thoughts."
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: Licens'd Decemb. 22. 1691
"I burn and am consumed with hopeless Love; those Beams in whose soft temperate warmth I wanton'd heretofore, now flash destruction to my Soul, my Treacherous greedy Eyes have suck'd the glaring Light, they have united all its Rays, and, like a burning-Glass, Convey'd the pointed Meteor to-my Hea...
preview | full record— Congreve, William (1670-1729)
Date: 1713, 1719
"Thus my Thoughts play'd at Racket, and seldom minded the Line of Reason"
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1713, 1719
"[M]y Mind labour'd under a perpetual shaking Palsy of Hope and Fear; my whole Interiour was nothing but Distraction and Uncertainty"
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1713, 1719
"It is this reserv'd Mein, Madam, which has often deter'd me, and commanded my Tongue to a respectful Silence; whilst my poor Heart, overcharg'd with Passion, only eas'd it self with Sighs, and my Looks were the only Language whereby to express my interior Thoughts"
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"Ill Genius, or that Devil, Curiosity, ... too much haunts the Minds of Women"
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1719-1720, 1725
"[W]here the interiour Beauties are consulted, and Souls are Devotees, is truly noble; Love there is a Divinity indeed, because he is immortal and unchangeable; and if our earthy part partake the Bliss, and craving Nature is in all obey'd; Possession thus desir'd, and thus obtain'd,...
preview | full record— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)
Date: 1720
"Ah vile Heart, more obdurate and harder than Adamant! upon this cruel Anvil was forged the Chains that bound up my unlucky Destiny!"
preview | full record— Manley, Delarivier (c. 1670-1724)
Date: 1723
"Your Letter has so ruffled my whole Interior, that I know not how to write common Sense."
preview | full record— Barker, Jane (1675-1743)