Date: 1722, 1725

"Our Passions gone, and Reason in her Throne, / Amaz'd we see the Mischiefs we have done!" [citing Waller]

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1722, 1725

The proudest of the female Sex may glory in the Conquest of a Heart

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1722, 1725

"Reason, at last, has gain'd a Conquest over all that Softness which has hitherto betray'd me to Contempt"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1722, 1725

"I got into an Arbor in the Garden, to peruse the dear Contents, which I very well remember, and are too deeply engraven in my Mind, ever to be forgotten."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1722, 1725

"LOVE! as it is one of the first Passions for which the Soul finds room, so it is also the most easily deceiv'd"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1723, 1725

"At first he was seized with a Lethargy of Thought; a kind of lazy Stupefaction hung on his Spirits, which every Day encreasing, at last overwhelm'd the Throne of Reason."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1723, 1725

"Reflection was unhing'd; the noble Seat of Memory fill'd with Chimera's and disjointed Notions; wild and confus'd Ideas whirl'd in his distracted Brain; and all the Man, except the Form, was changed."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1723, 1725

"Beauclair was more gallant; and believing that if ever he desir'd any greater Testimonies of the Conquest he had made of her Heart, than what her Eyes declar'd, now was the Time to obtain them."

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1723, 1725

"Tho' nothing is more base than for the Tongue or Pen to make Professions of a Passion which the Heart is a Stranger to, yet nothing is more in fashion even among those who pretend to the greatest Honour of both Sexes"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)

Date: 1723, 1725

"The entire Confidence he always had of her Love and Virtue was now in as full Force as ever; and all those Notions which had crowded into his Soul at his first coming into the Chamber, and beholded so unexpected, and, indeed, so distracting a Sight, now vanish'd, and were no more remember'd"

— Haywood [née Fowler], Eliza (1693?-1756)