Date: 1723, 1725

"I knew not how I should effect it, though a Multitude of Inventions crowded that Moment at once into my Head, and flatter'd me with some little Hopes."

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

Date: 1724

"[T]he dear, the happy Secret safe lodg'd within my Soul, shou'd take no Air, nor let in the least room for a Conjecture"

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

Date: 1724, 1755

"Such Verse where Fear and humble Passion speak, / Where crowding Thoughts in soft Confusion break"

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

Date: 1724, 1725

"[Love] that Tyrant Passion lords it o'er the Mind, fills every Faculty, and leaves no room for any other Thought--drives Consideration far away--overturns Reflection-- and permits no Image but itself to dwell in Fancy's Region"

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

Date: 1725

"Forgive the harsh Expression, for believe, of all Mankind, I cou'd esteem you as a Friend--but, alas! my Heart wants room to entertain you as a tender Guest; long e're I knew your Merits it was taken up, all the Affections of my Soul are riveted to another--to him I am bound by all the ties of H...

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

Date: [1726]

"I will not (continued the God of tender Wishes) prolong the little Narrative I have to make you, by a repetition of her Lamentations when alone, and at liberty to indulge them; you may believe they were extremely violent, and suitable to the Occasion: but as soon as Reason had the power of resum...

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

Date: [1726]

"Endeavour at least, to throw each darling Failing from thy Soul; and those Reflections which, in thy coolest Hours of Thought, Reason inspires, retain about thee always; then canst thou never be by any ill Passion sway'd, nor do a Deed which Conscience can condemn: Conscience and Reason still go...

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

Date: 1733

The "fond Breast" may be populated by "jealous Demons"

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

Date: 1733

"Content is grown a Stranger to my Breast"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

Date: 1733

"Steal softly to her Heart, and see, / If any Room be left for me; / And if one Place be unpossess'd, / Fit to receive so true a Guest"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)