Date: 1775

"For woes on woes that anxious wretch pursue, / And on his soul fantastic terrors croud, / Who dares with eye distrustful stretch his view / Where Fate has spread her providential cloud."

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

Date: 1775

"With thee among the haunted groves / The lovely sorc'ress Fancy roves, / O let me find her here!"

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

Date: 1775

"Then Peace shall heal this wounded breast, / That pants to see another blest, / From selfish passion pure."

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

Date: 1775

"How like a wanton lamb that careless play'd, / The shepherd and the fold forgotten quite, / My vagrant soul, in search of vain delight, / Many long years from her true Shepherd stray'd!"

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

Date: February 15, 1776

"George, steel your heart, steel your heart, you Rogue."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: February 15, 1776

"The happiness of love, the felicities that flow from a suitable union, his heart shall be a stranger to"

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1776

"I am provoked at this natural incapacity of conveying my sentiments to you; words are but a cloak, or rather a clog, to our ideas; there should be no curtain before the hearts of friends; and the longing I have ever felt for an intuitive converse, is to me a strong argument for a future state."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"A thousand disagreeable images rushed on my imagination, in that instant, I crushed their growth, and talked of India, of my other sisters, Lucy, and Mrs. Selwyn, and of you also, till we were summoned to the saloon, where supper was prepared for me."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"I have very uneasy apprehensions, tho' I hope they are not well founded, that Sir James Desmond's ruling passion is the love of play."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)

Date: 1776

"The country, as the poets tell us, is the scene for love; the pleasing objects that surround us, the pureness of the air, but, above all, its stillness, harmonize the soul, and render it susceptible of every soft and tender feeling."

— Griffith, Elizabeth (1720-1793)