Date: 1758

"COME, Epictetus, arm my breast / With thy impenetrable steel, / No more the wounds of grief to feel, / Nor mourn, by others' woes deprest."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

Here lurks DISTEMPER's horrid train / And there the PASSIONS lift their flaming brands; / These with fell rage my helpless body tear, / While those, with daring hands, / Against th' immortal soul their impious weapons rear."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Nor let me shrink when Fancy's eye / Beholds the guilty wretch's breast / Beneath the tort'ring pincers heave!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"But teach me in MYSELF to find / Whate'er can please or fill my mind."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Let inward beauty charm the mental sight; / Let godlike Reason, beaming bright, / Chase far away each gloomy shade, / Till VIRTUE's heav'nly form display'd / Alone shall captivate my soul, / And her divinest love possess me whole!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Within MYSELF does Virtue dwell? / Is all serene and beauteous there? / What mean these chilling damps of fear? "

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Is it not soul, weak, ignorant, and blind?"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1758

"Check not the flow of sweet fraternal love, / By Heav'n's high King in bounty giv'n, / Thy stubborn heart to soften and improve, / Thy earth-clad spirit to refine, / And gradual raise to love divine, / And wing its soaring flight to Heav'n!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)