Date: December 13, 1700; 1701
"I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there."
preview | full record— Cibber, Colley (1671-1757)
Date: 1703
"But Beauty, bewitching Beauty, has Power at any time to unlock the Closet of my Breast; your Charms are irresistibly engaging"
preview | full record— Centlivre, Susanna (c.1670-1723); Moliére (1622-1673)
Date: 1706
"Not in the Court of Conscience, Sir."
preview | full record— Centlivre [née Freeman; other married name Carroll], Susanna (bap. 1669?, d. 1723)
Date: 1719
"The Absence of an old Mistress makes room for a new one--Therefore I have blotted her from my Fancy, like a Painter that strikes one form out of his Cloth, to lay in another."
preview | full record— Savage, Richard (1697/8-1743)
Date: 1728
"When Love in an impetuous Torrent flows, / How vainly Reason would its Force oppose; / Hurl'd down the Stream, like Flowers before the Wind, / She leaves to Love, the Empire of the Mind."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1728
"A Lover, when he is admitted to Cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the Motions of his Mistress. He must laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he shou'd be the Shadow of her Mind."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1728
"I know not why it is, but certainly a Woman is the least liable to play the Fool here; perhaps, the Hurry of Diversions and Company keep the Mind in too perpetual a Motion to let it fix on one Object."
preview | full record— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)
Date: 1763
I shall bury in Oblivion all Thoughts of the Intent,
preview | full record— King, Thomas (1730-1805)
Date: 1763
"I know not, madam, what I either hear or see, a thousand things are crowding on my imagination; while, like one just wakened from a dream, I doubt which is reality, which delusion."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)
Date: 1763
"My heart was lighter than a fly, / Like any bird I sung, / Till he pretended love, and I, / Believed his flattering tongue."
preview | full record— Bickerstaff, Isaac (b. 1733, d. after 1808)