Date: 1751
"Amongst the crowd of tormenting ideas, the remembrance, that she owed all the vexation she laboured under, entirely to the acquaintance she had with miss Forward, came strong into her thoughts"
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Date: 1751
"The captain had a fund of great goodnature in his heart, but was somewhat too much addicted to passion, and frequently apt to resent without a cause, but when once convinced he had been in the wrong, no one could be more ready to acknowlege and ask pardon for his mistake."
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Date: 1751
"Whereas those darts, which fly from the perfections of the mind, penetrate into the soul, and fix a lasting empire there."
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Date: 1753
"We often see that to reverse this boasted constancy is the work of but a single minute,--and then in vain their past professions recoil upon their minds;--in vain the idea of the forsaken fair haunts them in nightly visions."
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Date: 1753
Anger and contempt may be predominant passions of the mind
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Date: 1753
One may make a new conquest and gain "a heart all flaming and adoration"
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Date: 1753
"Exert then the whole force of your reason to curb the incroachments of lawless passion in your own heart"
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Date: 1753
"A young amorous heart, I think, may with some analogy be compared to tinder, as it is ready to take fire from every spark that falls"
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Date: 1753
"Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults"
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Date: 1753
"[M]ight I not hope my love, my truth, my perseverance, would in time find some room in a corner of that heart which doubtless then would have exterminated its first ideas.'"
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