Date: 1747-8

"Will not some serious thoughts mingle with thy melilot, and tear off the callus of thy mind, as that may stay the leather from thy back, and as thy epispastics may strip the parchment from thy plotting head?"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1747-8

"I can fancy, that to pink my body like my mind, I need only to be put into a hogshead stuck full of steel-pointed spikes, and rolled down a hill three times as high as the Monument."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1747-8

"But the over-refinement of Platonic sentiments always sinks into the dross and feces of that Passion"

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1747-8

"If it were only, that I can see this man without losing any of that dignity (what other word can I use, speaking of myself, that betokens decency, and not arrogance?) which is so necessary to enable me to look up, or rather, with the mind's eye, I may say, to l...

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1747-8

"Which, by recording the principal circumstances of past facts, and laying them close together, in a continued narration, kept the mind from languishing, and gave constant exercise to its reflections."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1747-8

"And that the Whole would be thereby deprived of that Variety, which is deemed the Soul of a Feast, whether mensal or mental."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1747-8

"If in look, if in speech, a girl waves way to undue levity, depend upon it, the devil has got one of his cloven feet in her heart already."

— Richardson, Samuel (bap. 1689, d. 1761)

Date: 1749

"For Philosophy and Religion may be called the Exercises of the Mind, and when this is disordered they are as wholesome as Exercise can be to a distempered Body."

— Fielding, Henry (1707-1754)

Date: 1751

One may suffer "the poignant anguish of a bleeding heart"

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

Date: 1751

"The wretched doctor weltring in blood, Belmein (distracted with remorse) flying from justice, my father menacing me with the most dreadful wrath, were the sad images that rose to my tortured imagination, and never left me a moment's ease"

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