Date: 1777, 1780

"He made but little reply; but the impression sunk deep into his rancorous heart; every word in Edmund's behalf was like a poisoned arrow that rankled in the wound, and grew every day more inflamed."

— Reeve, Clara (1729-1807)

Date: 1777, 1780

"It is easy for men in your situation to advise, but it is difficult for one in mine to practise; wounded in body and mind, it is natural that I should strive to avoid the extremes of shame and punishment."

— Reeve, Clara (1729-1807)

Date: 1781

"I have been speaking hitherto of a morning saunter; for in the evening there generally is, on St. Mark's Place, such a mixed multitude of Jews, Turks, and Christians; lawyers, knaves, and pickpockets; mountebanks, old women, and physicians; women of quality with masks; strumpets barefaced; and, ...

— Moore, John (1729-1802)

Date: 1782

"Faults in the life breed errors in the brain"

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1782

A "glance of the mind" is fleet

— Cowper, William (1731-1800)

Date: 1782

"Parisian paint of every kind, / That stains the body or the mind, / Proclaims the Harlot's art"

— Logan, John (1748-1788)

Date: 1782

"Her heart, deeply wounded of late by unexpected indifference, and undeserved mortification, was now, perhaps, more than usually susceptible of those penetrating and exquisite pleasures which friendship and kindness possess the highest powers of bestowing."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"The revival of this early connection delighted them both, it was balm to the wounded mind of Cecilia, it was renovation to the existence of Mrs. Charlton."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"The journey was melancholy and tedious: Mrs. Charlton, extremely fatigued by the unusual hurry and exercise both of mind and body which she had lately gone through, was obliged to travel very slowly, and to lie upon the road."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"Yet disdain not to reflect that every instant will seem endless, while Cecilia must appear to me unjust, or wound my very soul by the recollection of her in sorrow."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)