Date: 1751

"Surely, says I, this ought to be engraven on Brass, as I wish it was on my Heart"

— Paltock, Robert (1697-1767)

Date: 1751

The hand one writes may be "like her mind, solid and above all flourish"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1751

"[M]y mother's arguments had steeled his heart"

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

Date: 1751

"This, and to see a succession of Humble Servants buzzing about a Mother, who took too much pride in addresses of that kind, what a beginning, what an example, to a constitution of tinder, so prepared to receive the spark struck from the steely forehead, and flinty heart, of such a Libertine, as ...

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1751

"I am here, thought I, like a poor condemned Criminal, who knows his Execution is fixed for such a Day, nay such an Hour, and dies over and over in Imagination, and by the Torture of his Mind, till that Hour comes"

— Paltock, Robert (1697-1767)

Date: 1751

"[E]nvy had ever been a stranger to her breast, yet since her own marriage, and that of mr. Trueworth with his lady, she had sometimes been tempted to accuse heaven of partiality, in making so wide a difference in their Fates"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1751

"Amongst the crowd of tormenting ideas, the remembrance, that she owed all the vexation she laboured under, entirely to the acquaintance she had with miss Forward, came strong into her thoughts"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1751

"This Speech, I own, gave me the first Reflection I ever had in my Life, and lock'd up all my Faculties for a long Time; nor was I able, for the Variety of Ideas that crowded my Brain, to make a Word of Answer, but stood like an Image of Stone"

— Paltock, Robert (1697-1767)

Date: 1751

"Tears gushing again, my heart fluttering as a bird against its wires; drying my eyes again and again to no purpose."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1751

"The captain had a fund of great goodnature in his heart, but was somewhat too much addicted to passion, and frequently apt to resent without a cause, but when once convinced he had been in the wrong, no one could be more ready to acknowlege and ask pardon for his mistake."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)