Date: 1713

"On Sleep intruding dost thy Shadows spread, / Thy gloomy Terrours round the silent Bed, / And croud with boading Dreams the Melancholy Head."

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

Date: 1713

"Falsly, the Mortal Part we blame / Of our deprest, and pond'rous Frame, / Which, till the First degrading Sin / Let Thee, its dull Attendant, in, / Still with the Other did comply, / Nor clogg'd the Active Soul, dispos'd to fly, / And range the Mansions of it's native Sky."

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

Date: 1713

"In the Imperious Wife thou Vapours art, / Which from o'erheated Passions rise / In Clouds to the attractive Brain, / Until descending thence again, / Thro' the o'er-cast, and show'ring Eyes, / Upon her Husband's soften'd Heart, / He the disputed Point must yield, / Something resign of t...

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

Date: 1713

"Not skilful Lower thy Source cou'd find, / Or thro' the well-dissected Body trace / The secret, the mysterious ways, / By which thou dost surprize, and prey upon the Mind."

— 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: 1717

"I render back the Treasure of thy Heart: / When in some new fair Breast it finds a Room, And I shall lie neglected in my Tomb; / Remember, oh! remember, the fair She / Can never love thee, darling Youth! like me."

— Behn, Aphra (1640?-1689)

Date: 1720

"Poetry is called the image of the mind, / In mine my soul and body both are joined."

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)

Date: 1720

The eyes speak the mind's "the lover's mind"

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)

Date: 1720

"Large is my forehead made, not wond'rous fair, / But room enough for all the Muses there."

— Sansom, Martha [née Fowke] (1690-1736)

Date: 1724, 1756

"Consult the native Dictates of thy Soul; / And if thou there discern the Maker's Hand, / Confess his Care, resign to his Command."

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)