Date: 1769

"I feel a timidity I cannot conquer, at the thought of seeing Mrs. Rivers."

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

Date: 1769

"She added, that she had on first seeing me, though she thought me worthy his heart, felt an impulse of dislike which she was ashamed to own, even now that reason and reflexion had conquered so unworthy a sentiment."

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

Date: 1769

"The narrowness of my fortune, which I see in a much stronger light in this land of luxury, and the apparent impossibility of placing the most charming of women in the station my heart wishes, give me anxieties which my reason cannot conquer."

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

Date: 1769

"Do not be alarmed for me; reason and the impossibility of success will conquer my passion for this angelic woman"

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

Date: 1769

"That this preference had, however, been salutary, though painful; since it had determined her to conquer a passion, which could only make her life wretched if it continued."

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

Date: 1770

"I acknowlege myself coxcomb enough to have been pleased with the conquest of a heart on which I set not the least value"

— Sheridan [née Chamberlaine], Frances (1724-1766)

Date: 1761, 1770

"Why should Hibernia let her daughters roam / Why not confin'd to conquer hearts at home?"

— Thompson, Edward (1738-1786)

Date: 1770

Passions may invade the mind so that "the conscious body soon / In sympathetic languishment declines"

— Armstrong, John (1708/9-1779)

Date: 1770

"When Reason invades the rights of Common Sense, and presumes to arraign that authority by which she herself acts, nonsense and confusion must of necessity ensue; science will soon come to have neither head nor tail, beginning nor end; philosophy will grow contemptible; and its adherents, far fro...

— Beattie, James (1735-1803)

Date: 1771

"There, 'mid her faithful vassal train, / With hearts to conquer, or to die, / Eliza sat; her beauteous mein / Eclips'd by Sorrow's tearful eye."

— Colvill, Robert (d. 1788)