Date: 1730

"[C]an thy Passions so out-strip thy Reason, to send thee wading through Falshood, Perjury, and Murther, after a flying Light which you can ne'er o'ertake!"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: June 1, 1732

"Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: June 1, 1732

"Ha! Distraction wild / Begins to wanton in my unhing'd Brain: / Methinks I'm mad, mad as a wild March Hare; / My muddy Brain is addled like an Egg, / My Teeth, like Magpies, chatter in my Head; / My reeling Head! which akes like any mad."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1742

A lady may be "tortured with Perplexity; opposite Passions distracting and tearing her Mind different ways"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1742

"The same Mistakes may likewise be observed in Scarron, the Arabian Nights, the 'History of Marianne' and 'Le Paisan Parvenu', and perhaps some few other Writers of this Class, whom I have not read, or do not at present recollect; for I would by no means be thought to comprehend those great ...

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1743

Sleep may torment one's imagination "with Fantoms too dreadful to be described"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1749

"The Remembrance of past Pleasures affects us with a kind of tender Grief, like what we suffer for departed Friends; and the Ideas of both may be said to haunt our Imaginations"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1749

"This Letter Lady Bellaston thought would certainly turn the Balance against Jones in the Mind of Sophia"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1749

We may "consider a Book as the Author's Offspring, and indeed as the Child of his Brain"

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1749

"In Fact, poor Jones was one of the best-natured Fellows alive, and had all that Weakness which is called Compassion, and which distinguishes this imperfect Character from that noble Firmness of Mind, which rolls a Man, as it were, within himself, and, like a polished Bowl, enables him to run thr...

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)