Date: 1692, 1724

"I love, 'tis true, and cannot flatter myself with ever being disengag'd from a Passion, which has so great an Empire over me; yet when Honour calls me I am ready to attend; and if I must give up my Life it shall be in so glorious a way as will do Honour to my Name."

— Aulnoy, Madame d' (Marie-Catherine) (1650/51-1705)

Date: 1692, 1724

"No, answer'd Mahomet, my Heart is not so easily wounded."

— Aulnoy, Madame d' (Marie-Catherine) (1650/51-1705)

Date: 1692, 1724

"Madam, reply'd she, since they are your Majesty's Commands, I cannot refuse obeying; I own with the utmost Confusion, that till now, it has not been in my Power to banish from my Heart the fatal Idea of the Count of La Vagne."

— Aulnoy, Madame d' (Marie-Catherine) (1650/51-1705)

Date: 1692, 1724

"But alas! when Love commands, Reason must obey."

— Aulnoy, Madame d' (Marie-Catherine) (1650/51-1705)

Date: 1692, 1724

"I shall never forget his Ingratitude; he is still dear to me, I confess; yet I hope in time to banish him from my Heart."

— Aulnoy, Madame d' (Marie-Catherine) (1650/51-1705)

Date: 1692, 1724

"Before I had seen her, nothing cou'd be equal to my Ambition; but now her Charms have made so deep an Impression in my Heart, that all other Passions have submitted to my transcendent Love."

— Aulnoy, Madame d' (Marie-Catherine) (1650/51-1705)

Date: 1724

"When all at once / A thousand anxious Thoughts that slept by Day, / Swarm'd in my Brain, 'till it resembled Hell, / Hot, dark and hot: my sick Imagination, / Assisted by the Shades of Night, would give / A gloomy turn to each Idea there."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"I cannot speak the rest--the Thought is Hell-- / How my Brain glows! now Reason keep thy Seat."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"The working Soul, unexercis'd abroad, / Like martial Nations, turns its numerous Powers / Upon its self; and sunk by native Weight, / Begins intestine Broils, and War at Home."

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)

Date: 1724

"Reflection your Renown, clear as your Conscience; / The stormy Passions of your Soul, allay'd / By Reason to soft Gales, serenely playing / On the full Current of your youthful Blood, / By Nature and Occasion smoothly led / Through a fair Field of Royal Virtues, fruitful / In great Examples, and...

— Jeffreys, George (1678-1755)