Date: 1703

"All soft Delights are Strangers to her Breast"

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1703

"Self-love so crouds the human Breast, / That there's no Room for any other Guest"

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

Date: 1709

"How soft the first ideas prove, / Which wander through our minds!"

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

Date: 1710

"Love fled, affrighted, from his Savage Breast, / A Place too cruel for so kind a Guest."

— Chudleigh [née Lee], Mary, Lady Chudleigh (bap. 1656, d. 1710)

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: 1716

"If midst of Thoughts that crowd into thy Mind, / The Care of absent Friends a Place can find, / Retire a while from Warlike Noise and Throng / Into thy inmost Tent, and listen to my Song."

— Monck [née Molesworth], Mary (1677?-1715)

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, 1755

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

— Tollet, Elizabeth (1694-1754)

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)