Date: 1747

"Why can I not this fatal Flame remove? / Or why, O why is it a Crime to love? / By Turns my Reason and my Passion sway, / As Honour triumphs, and as Love betray; / My tortur'd Breast conflicting Passions tear, / And Love and Virtue wage unequal War."

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

Date: 1747

"AH cease to grieve, fond fluttering Heart, / Thy charming Conqueror returns; / Hence every Doubt each Fear depart, / The Youth with equal Passion burns."

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

Date: 1752

"When cares invade your partner's heart, / Bear you a sympathising part, / And kindly claim your share of pain, / And half his troubles still sustain."

— Clark [née Lewis], Esther (bap. 1716, d. 1794)

Date: 1755

"Like Death impartial, [Love] presents his Dart, / And sure to conquer, aims at ev'ry Heart"

— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)

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)

Date: 1758

Here lurks DISTEMPER's horrid train / And there the PASSIONS lift their flaming brands; / These with fell rage my helpless body tear, / While those, with daring hands, / Against th' immortal soul their impious weapons rear."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

Date: 1762

One may see "Tears which would melt a heart even free to view, / How then must mine that's conquered bleed anew"

— Jemmat [née Yeo], Catherine (bap. 1714, d. 1766?)

Date: 1773

"O Wisdom! if thy soft controul / Can soothe the sickness of the soul, / Can bid the warring passions cease, / And breathe the calm of tender peace;-- / Wisdom! I bless thy gentle sway, / And ever, ever will obey."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1773

"Virtue that breast without a conflict gained, / And easy, like a native monarch, reigned."

— Barbauld, Anna Letitia [née Aikin] (1743-1825)

Date: 1778

"Still our joys are not complete, / Doubts and fears our minds invading / Till your gentle smiles we meet"

— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)