Date: 1751

One may look upon his love for a woman "as a passion which it was necessary, at any rate, to conquer or suppress"

— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)

Date: 1751, 1791

"The passions are a num'rous crowd, / Imperious, positive, and loud: / Curb these licentious sons of strife; / Hence chiefly rise the storms of life: / If they grow mutinous, and rave, / They are thy masters, thou their slave."

— Cotton, Nathaniel, the elder (1705-1788)

Date: Tuesday, January 22, 1751

"But they who are convinced of the necessity of breaking from this habitual drowsiness, too often relapse in spite of their resolution; for these ideal seducers are always near, and neither any particularity of time nor place is necessary to their influence; they invade the soul without warning, ...

— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)

Date: August 27, 1751

"At length weariness succeeds to labour, and the mind lies at ease in the contemplation of her own attainments, without any desire of new conquests or excursions."

— Johnson, Samuel (1709-1784)

Date: 1752

"When cares invade your partner's heart, / Bear you a sympathising part, / And kindly claim your share of pain, / And half his troubles still sustain."

— Clark [née Lewis], Esther (bap. 1716, d. 1794)

Date: 1752, 1790

A mind may be " Void of all coquettish arts, / And vain designs of conquering hearts"

— Jenyns, Soame (1704-1787)

Date: 1752

Thoughts may war with one another

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1752

"Assist me, Furies, with your hellish Aid, / Nor let the Tyrant Conscience more invade; / Since I am stain'd with Blood, thro' Blood I'll wade."

— Gentleman, Francis (1728-1784)

Date: 1752

Affections struggle for superiority in the mind

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1752

"Upon the whole, however, she past a miserable and sleepless Night, her gentle Mind torn and distracted with various and contending Passions, distressed with Doubts, and wandring in a kind of Twilight, which presented her only Objects of different Degrees of Horrour, and where black Despair close...

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)