Date: 1751

One may be "tost about at the pleasure of every wind" and"hurried thro' the ocean of life, just as each each predominant passion direction

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

Date: 1751

On waking one may feel "A darksome mist, which rises from my mind, /And, like sweet sun-shine, leaves your name behind"

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

Date: 1753

"Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults"

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

Date: 1762

"One only hope remains, that you, my first and dearest friend, will not abandon me; that whatever cloud of melancholy may hang over my mind, yet you will still bear with me, and remove your abode to a place where I may have the consolation of your company."

— Scott [née Robinson], Sarah (1720-1795)

Date: 1763

"The once smiling scene has a melancholy gloom, which strikes a damp through my inmost soul."

— Brooke [née Moore], Frances (bap. 1724, d. 1789)

Date: 1778, 1779

If "I may now judge of the time to come, by the present state of my mind, the calm will be succeeded by a storm, of which I dread the violence"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"He went, and presently returning, produced a great quantity of hair, in such a nasty condition, that I was amazed she would take it; and the man as he delivered it to her, found it impossible to keep his countenance; which she had no sooner observed, than all her stormy passions were again raised."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"The first fortnight that I passed here, was so quiet, so serene, that it gave me reason to expect a settled calm during my stay; but if I may now judge of the time to come, by the present state of my mind, the calm will be succeeded by a storm, of which I dread the violence!"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1778, 1779

"Yet oh!--shall I not, in this last farewell, which thou wilt not read till every stormy passion is extinct,--and the kind grave has embosomed all my sorrows,--shall I not offer to the man once so dear to me, a ray of consolation to those afflictions he has in reserve?"

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)

Date: 1782

"Passion not merely banished his justice, but clouded his reason, and I soon left the room, that at least I might not hear the aspersions he forbid me to answer."

— Burney [married name D'Arblay], Frances (1752-1840)