Date: 1760-7

"For the next two whole stages, no subject would go down, but the heavy blow he had sustain'd from the loss of a son, whom it seems he had fully reckon'd upon in his mind, and register'd down in his pocket-book, as a second staff for his old age, in case Bobby should fail him."

— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)

Date: 1761

"[Y]et were his offences against me even greater than they are, your example would teach me to blot them all from my mind"

— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)

Date: 1761

"Your brother, narrow-hearted, inhuman wretch, I blot forever from my thoughts"

— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)

Date: 1761

One may be "by a blameless life, endeavouring to blot out the memory of her fault"

— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)

Date: 1762

"Is the beauty of truth, or moral actions, or the deformity of falsehood, or vice, capable of being represented on paper, or on any other plain, except the rasa tabula of the mind?"

— Griffith, Richard (d. 1788)

Date: 1760-1761, 1762

"Oh thou possessor of heavenly wisdom, would be this separation, this immeasurable distance from my friends, were I not able thus to delineate my heart upon paper, and to send thee daily a map of my mind."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1760-1761, 1762

"Here it was that I exulted in my success; no blot, no stain, appeared on any part of the faithful mirror. As when the large, unwritten page presents its snowy spotless bosom to the writer's hand; so appeared the glass to my view."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1764

"Thus every good his native wilds impart / Imprints the patriot passion on his heart, / And even those ills, that round his mansion rise, / Enhance the bliss his scanty fund supplies."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: Published serially, 1765-1770

"I catched at the Letter and, tearing it open, read over and over, a thousand Times, what will for ever be engraven in my Memory and on my Heart."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: Published serially, 1765-1770

"The Muscles of her Face still retained the Stamp of the last Sentiment of her Soul"

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)