Date: 1791

"Fancy paints with hues unreal,/ Smile of bliss, and sorrow's mood."

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

Date: 1791, 1806

To Shakespeare's illumined sight was consigned "The rugged cavern of the Murd'rer's breast"

— Jerningham, Edward (1727-1812)

Date: 1791

"Come then, my soul, be this thy guest, / And leave to knaves and fools the rest."

— Cotton, Nathaniel, the elder (1705-1788)

Date: 1791

"and my mother's mind / In doubtful balance hangs, if still with me / An inmate, she shall manage my concerns, / Attentive only to her absent Lord / And her own good report"

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1791, 1800

"Then from the iron tablet of my mind, / Will I efface my catalogue of wrongs."

— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)

Date: 1791, 1806

Reason may "triumph on her tranquil throne:

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1791, 1806

"'Till virtue, pointing out the purer mind, / Secures the gem, and leaves the dross behind, / Claims the bright spirit from its native clod, / And bears it, spotless, to the sight of God!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1791, 1806

"Oh! horrid Night! / Thou prying Monitor confest! / Whose key unlocks the human breast, / And bares each avenue to mental sight!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1791, 1806

"When from the festive bow'r / The frenzied Homicide retreats, / And, in his bosom's cell, / Essays each rising throb to quell;"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)

Date: 1791, 1806

"Yet in my bosom's ruby cell / The philosophic lore shall live!"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)