Date: 1778

"We can earnestly endeavour to avoid evil, only by a uniform disposition to combat our appetites and passions."

— Caulfield (fl. 1778)

Date: 1778, 1779

"I was totally spiritless and dejected; the idea of the approaching meeting,--and oh Sir, the idea of the approaching parting,--gave a heaviness to my heart, that I could neither conquer nor repress."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"Yet, Oh! how violent was the struggle which tore my conflicting soul, ere I could persuade myself to profit by the benevolence which you were so evidently disposed to exert in my favour!"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"The very idea was a dagger to my heart!"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1779

"Not Man, but thriftless Nature, be accused, / Who to seductions left our minds a prey-- / --Nay more, who doth herself ensnare us; / Hath hung us round with senses exquisite, / Hath planted in our hearts resistless passions, / The first to weaken, and the last to war / On poor, defenceless, nake...

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

Date: 1779

One may be 'Untaught "to bear the wrongs of base mankind, / The last, and hardest conquest of the mind!"'

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780, 1781, 1788

"Two passions there by soft contention please, / The love of martial Fame, and learned Ease: / These friendly colours, exquisitely join'd, / Form the enchanting picture of thy mind."

— Hayley, William (1745-1820)

Date: 1780

" Let no remorse invade thy purposed mind, / But to one standard level all mankind."

— Burges, Sir James Bland (1752-1824)

Date: 1780

"Ten thousand terrors now besieg'd her soul; / Ten thousand nothings, which her fancy drest / In colour, substance, circumstance, and form."

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

Date: 1777, 1780

"He made but little reply; but the impression sunk deep into his rancorous heart; every word in Edmund's behalf was like a poisoned arrow that rankled in the wound, and grew every day more inflamed."

— Reeve, Clara (1729-1807)