Date: 1777, 1793

"A prisoner in--Impossible!--I sleep: / 'Tis fancy's coinage; 'tis a dream's delusion."

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Twas but a coinage vain / Of the distemper'd fancy! Gone, 'tis gone,"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Your gentle hearts / To kind impressions yet susceptible, / Will amiably hear a friend's advice"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Of one, who, warm with human passions, soft / To tenderest impressions, frequent rush'd / Precipitate into the tangling maze"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"And what a crowd of wild ideas press / Distracting on the soul!"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777, 1793

"Hail, sacred solitude! These are thy works, / True source of good supreme! Thy blest effects /Already on my mind's delighted eye / Open beneficent"

— Dodd, William (1729-1777)

Date: 1777

"She passed the night without rest; the ideas of coaches, coronets, titles, filled her mind, and effectually murdered sleep."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1777

"Col. Dormer, though he knew the human heart, had never yet thought of taking his nieces in more active scenes of life: he had fallen into the common mistake of people past the meridian of their days, who, feeling tranquillity their greatest good, do not sufficiently reflect that it is insipid at...

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1777

"She saw something like just drawing in the dark shades of his pencil, though the lines seemed a good deal exaggerated: she reflected, she doubted; but, after settling a balance in her mind, the found her own scale preponderate."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1777

"The eyes were the index of the mind--his had said--Good heavens! what had they not said?"

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)