Date: April 18, 1721

"Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought, / Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs, / And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil / In which her self is taken. I am lost, / Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd, / And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"O the Medley / Of Right and Wrong! the Chaos in my Brain! / He should, and should not dye-- / You should Obey, / And not Obey.--It is a Day of Darkness, / Of Contradictions, and of many Deaths."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: April 18, 1721

"I told her, from your Childhood you was wont / On any great Surprize, but chiefly then / When cause of Sorrow bore it Company, / To have your Passion shake the Seat of Reason, / A momentary Ill, which soon blew o'er."

— Young, Edward (bap. 1683, d. 1765)

Date: 1779

"My mind's in equipoise, ready alike / To hold thee as my Lover, or my Foe!"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"Those minds imbued by vice, with deepest stains, / Are often mask'd in forms almost divine-- / Deck'd forth in words, and looks, that Virtue's self / Might challenge for her own."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1779

"If right I read, your mind in balance hangs / 'Twixt the opposing principles of good / And ill."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1784

"I love to weep, love the soft feast of grief, / Court mournful thoughts, nor ever wish relief;-- / Sadness I woo, yet still the phantom flies, / And joy seduces, whilst I ask for sighs."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)