Date: Published serially, 1765-1770

"I catched at the Letter and, tearing it open, read over and over, a thousand Times, what will for ever be engraven in my Memory and on my Heart."

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: Published serially, 1765-1770

"The Muscles of her Face still retained the Stamp of the last Sentiment of her Soul"

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: Published serially, 1765-1770

"[A]ll Laws that were ever framed for the good Government of Men (even with the divine Decalogue) are no other than faint Transcripts of that eternal Law of Benevolence, which was written and again retraced in the Bosom of the first Man"

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: Published serially, 1765-1770

"Saint Paul, bears Testimony, also, to the Impression of this Law of Rights on the Consciences and Hearts of all Men" in Romans, chapter 2: "Not the Hearers of the Law are just before God, but the Doers of the Law shall be justified. For, when the Gentiles, which have not the Law, do by Nature th...

— Brooke, Henry (c. 1703-1783)

Date: 1766

"Their insensibility excited my highest compassion, and blotted my own uneasiness a while from my mind."

— Goldsmith, Oliver (1728?-1774)

Date: 1768

"When the situation is, what we would wish, nothing is so ill-timed as to hint at the circumstances which make it so: you thank Fortune, continued she--you had reason--the heart knew it, and was satisfied; and who but an English philosopher would have sent notices of it to the brain to reverse th...

— Sterne, Laurence (1713-1768)

Date: 1769

"What gratitude do we not owe to heaven! may the sense of it be for ever engraven on our hearts!"

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

Date: 1770

"Mr. Falkland began with beseeching lord V--- to blot from his memory his past ill conduct, for which he expressed the sincerest contrition"

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

Date: 1773

One may blot from his mind "the idea of future retribution"

— Mackenzie, Henry (1745-1831)

Date: 1773

"I blot from my memory every other woman; those every-day beauties (as Terence calls them) who have nothing but their sex to recommend them."

— Graves, Richard (1715-1804)