Date: 1702

"Love, Sorrow, and the Sting of vile Reproach, / Succeeding one another in their Course, / Like Drops of Eating Water on the Marble, / At length have worn my boasted Courage down."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: w. 1680, 1702

"To seek the piece of Silver, hid within / The House, thy Heart; Redeem thy precious Time, / And find it out."

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1679, 1702

"The Sun of Righteousness, which when it shines / With its Resplendent Conqu'ring Ray, refines / The drossy Nature; rightly purifies / The Heart, consuming all Impurities."

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1703

"Gold is a sure Bait to gain him, no other Loadstone can attrack his iron heart, 'tis proof against the force of Beauty, else I should not need this Stratagem, for Nature has not prov'd a Nigard to my Daughter."

— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)

Date: 1703

"Fast! Then for a Window.-- / This shou'd be one. Down treacherous Bars, / Whose Iron frames scarce Match your Masters Soul / For hardness, since you yield to my weak Hands"

— Manning, Francis (c. 1673-1755)

Date: 1703

"Ah! Heart of Oak, true as Steel I warrant thee; what, you must needs know Mr. Queenlove."

— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)

Date: 1703

"Those dear Delights, in which I still shall find / Ten thousand Joys to feast my Mind, / Joys, great as Sense can bear, from all its Dross refin'd."

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1703

"But those who're from their earthly Dross calcin'd,
Who tast the Pleasures of a virtuous Mind"

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1703

Some might "still think on, till the confining Clay / Fall off, and nothing's left behind /Of drossy Earth, nothing to clog the Mind."

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1703

"But they who are all Intellect and Will, / And what they please fulfil, / Whose Minds are pure, free from the least Allay, / Serene, and clear, as everlasting Day, / Imbibe the most extatick Joys with eager Haste, / Nor can th' immense Excess immortal Spirits waste."

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)