Date: 1788

"But against this dangerous attack she endeavoured to fortify that sensible heart, by considering the probable event of her yielding to it."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1788

"Cursed be the hour I first indulged it, and cursed the weakness of mind that cannot conquer it!"

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1788

"she hoped that absence and reflection, together with the conviction of it's being hopeless, would conquer this infant passion before it could gather strength wholly to ruin his repose."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1788

"I attempted, indeed, at the beginning of our acquaintance--ah! how vainly attempted!--to conquer a passion which I believed was rendered hopeless by your prior engagement."

— Smith, Charlotte (1749-1806)

Date: 1786, 1787, 1788; 1789

"She can conquer a heart--that she wants sense to keep."

— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)

Date: 1786, 1787, 1788; 1789

"For spells may be said to exist in that tone, / Whose graces can conquer all hearts--but her own."

— Williams, John [pseud. Anthony Pasquin] (1754-1818)

Date: 1790

"In proportion to the degree of the self-command which is necessary in order to conquer our natural sensibility, the pleasure and pride of the conquest are so much the greater; and this pleasure and pride are so great that no man can be altogether unhappy who completely enjoys them."

— Smith, Adam (1723-1790)

Date: 1790

"But the contest between the two principles, the warfare within the breast, may be too violent to be at all consistent with internal tranquillity and happiness."

— Smith, Adam (1723-1790)

Date: 1790?

"Be careful, greatly careful, my dear child, that familiarity with the sight, does not make you grow indifferent to the consequences of such actions, and so tempt you to partake of the guilt: but let the advice contained in the following sheets sink deep into your mind, and be a shield to defend ...

— Kilner, Dorothy (1755-1836)

Date: 1790

"But let me not thus pond'ring, gaping, stand-- / But, lo, I am not at my own command: / Bed, bosom, kiss, embraces, storm my brains, / And, lawless tyrants, bind my will in chains."

— Wolcot, John, pseud. Peter Pindar, (1738-1819)