Date: 1724, 1755
Wit may be refined by reason to disengage metal from the mine [of the mind]
preview | full record— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)
Date: 1733
"Th' instructive Theme is wrought with so much Art, / I'll wear the golden Precepts in my Heart."
preview | full record— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)
Date: 1733
"But if Calista's perfect Soul they knew, / They'd own their Error, and her Praise pursue. / Centred in her the brightest Graces meet, / Treasures of Knowledge and rich Mines of Wit
preview | full record— Masters, Mary (1694-1771)
Date: 1734
"Loosed from its bonds my spirit fled away, / And left behind its moving tent of clay."
preview | full record— Adam [Adams], Jean (1710-1765)
Date: 1734, 1735
"Their dire Effects the Wretched feel: / Thy Waters turn the Heart to Steel."
preview | full record— Barber, Mary (c.1685-1755)
Date: 1736, 1737, 1759, 1744, 1771, 1773
"As well might we expect, in winter, spring, / As land untilled a fruitful crop should bring; / As well might we expect Peruvian ore / We should possess, yet dig not for the store: / Culture improves all fruits, all sorts we find, / Wit, judgement, sense--fruits of the human mind."
preview | full record— Ingram, Anne [née Howard; other married name Douglas], Viscountess Irwin (c. 1696-1764)
Date: 1748
"But how will this dismantled soul appear, / When stripped of all it lately held so dear, / Forced from its prison of expiring clay, / Afraid and shivering at the doubtful way?"
preview | full record— Leapor, Mary (1722-1746)
Date: 1748
"But should some swain more skillful than the rest, / his name on this cold marble breast, / Not rolling ages could deface that name."
preview | full record— Montagu, Lady Mary Wortley [née Lady Mary Pierrepont] (1689-1762)
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."
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)
Date: 1758
"Check not the flow of sweet fraternal love, / By Heav'n's high King in bounty giv'n, / Thy stubborn heart to soften and improve, / Thy earth-clad spirit to refine, / And gradual raise to love divine, / And wing its soaring flight to Heav'n!"
preview | full record— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)