Date: 1702

"Now some may say, What Daniel, couldst not thou / In Heart, and in thy private Closet bow, / And make Petition in his Ear, that hears / Deep Sighs and Groans, as well as louder Prayers"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1682, 1702

Friendship springs "From some interiour, hidden, innate Cause, / In Noble Breasts, uncircumscrib'd by Laws"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1682, 1702

Chastity may "tincture Humane Hearts with holy Awe, / And deeply there engrave the Royal Law"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1682, 1702

"Chastity, sits as with awful Grace, / Enthron'd i'th' Heart, and sweetly in the Face / Holds forth its Ensign"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1702

"Thine I have now receiv'd, which manifests/ Thou hast had some regard to my Requests; / And by these good Effects, dost testify, / Thou'rt not so much inclin'd to Vanity, / To Childish Sports, and Time-beguiling Play, / As thou hast been therein, and spent thy Day:/ Endeared Friend, may's...

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1678, 1702

"[B]e not over-curious to express / Too much Exactness in an outward Dress; / Lest peevish Passion should too oft prevail, / To banish Reason from its Throne, and vail / Sound Judgment"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1678, 1702

"[I]n thy Heart reveal / Eternal Life, as the abiding Seal / Of his endeared Love"

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: w. 1684, 1702

"These rugged Walls, less grievous are to me, / Than those bedeck'd with curious Arras be / T'a guilty Conscience; to a wounded Heart, / A Palace cannot palliate that smart: / Tho' drunk with Pleasure, dull with Opiates, / Some seem as Senseless of their sad Estates, / Till on their Dying-Beds Co...

— Mollineux [née Southworth], Mary (1651-1695)

Date: 1702

"Vice is a Thief, a Traytor in the Mind, / Assassinates the Vitals of Mankind."

— Defoe, Daniel (1660?-1731)

Date: 1704

"Erect your schemes with as much method and skill as you please; yet, if the materials be nothing but dirt, spun out of your own entrails (the guts of modern brains), the edifice will conclude at last in a cobweb; the duration of which, like that of other spiders’ webs, may be imputed to their be...

— Swift, Jonathan (1667-1745)