Date: 1713

"Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns"

— Finch [née], Anne, countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1713

"Through ev'ry Age some Tyrant Passion reigns: / Now Love prevails, and now Ambition gains / Reason's lost Throne, and sov'reign Rule maintains."

— Finch [née], Anne, countess of Winchilsea (1666-1720)

Date: 1717

"Her Empire o'er my Soul each Moment grew; / Her Charms appear'd more numerous and new: / Fonder each Hour my tender Heart became, / And ev'ry Look fann'd and increas'd my Flame."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1724, 1756

Wit is a "rebel Folly" that must be taught "That 'tis her noblest Conquest to submit"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1733

"Swell'd with vain Learning, vainer Man conceives, / That 'tis with him the bright Minerva lives; / That she descends to dwell with him alone, / And in his Breast erects her starry Throne."

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1733

Base usurpers of the soul may be gone, "and Reason long depos'd regains her Throne"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1737

"Her lovely image, on his mind impress'd, / Had fix'd her empire in his yielding breast."

— Rowe [née Singer], Elizabeth (1674-1737)

Date: 1741

"Poor Mind, who heard all with extreme moderation, / Thought it now time to speak, and make her allegation: / ''Tis I that, methinks, have most cause to complain, / Who am cramped and confined like a slave in a chain.'"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1741

"'I've a friend,' answers Mind, 'who, though slow, is yet sure, / And will rid me at last of your insolent power: / Will knock down your walls, the whole fabric demolish, / And at once your strong holds and my slavery abolish: / And while in your dust your dull ruins decay, / I'll snap off my cha...

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

Date: 1747

"Strange force of Harmony, whose Power controuls, / The warring Passions, and informs our Souls, / Soft soothing Sounds, by whose enchantment blest, / Anger and Grief forsake the tranquil Breast; / While soft Ideas rising in the Mind, / Bids us in Love a gentle Tyrant find, / And to his Sway the ...

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