Date: 1740

"How bruised and scarified! how deep the wound! / Senseless, of life no symptom to be found!"

— Dixon, Sarah (1671/2-1765)

Date: 1741

"Says Body to Mind, ''Tis amazing to see, / We're so nearly related yet never agree, / But lead a most wrangling strange sort of life, / As great plagues to each other as husband and wife.'"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1747

The soul may let in "the baneful poison of repeated sin" as the snuff-taker does snuff

— Teft, Elizabeth (fl. 1741-7)

Date: 1747

The mind may be wounded

— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)

Date: 1747

"Cease lovely Youth th' inchanting Sound, / Too deep already is the Wound; / Thro' all my Veins the Poison steals, / My Heart the dear Infection feels."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1747

"Lull'd by the dear bewitching Sound, / Each jarring Passion's charm'd to rest; / Yet my Soul feels a pleasing Wound, / And sweet Disorders fill my Breast."

— Lennox, née Ramsay, (Barbara) Charlotte (1730/1?-1804)

Date: 1746; December 17, 1747 [actually January, 1748]

"O Pallas! Queen of ev’ry art / That glads the sense, or mends the heart, / Blest source of purer joys: / In ev’ry form of beauty bright, / That captivates the mental sight, / With pleasure and surprize!"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1748

The [heart?] may be wounded and the wound may be secret

— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)

Date: 1733, 1748

Memory is a "Surprising storehouse! in whose narrow womb / All things, the past, the present, and to come, / Find ample space, and large and mighty room."

— Pilkington, Laetitia (c. 1709-1750)

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)