Date: 1783

"To work, my hearts of oak, to work; here the sun is half an hour high, and not a stroke struck yet."

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

Date: 1784

"I love to weep, love the soft feast of grief, / Court mournful thoughts, nor ever wish relief;-- / Sadness I woo, yet still the phantom flies, / And joy seduces, whilst I ask for sighs."

— Cowley [née Parkhouse], Hannah (1743-1809)

Date: 1789

"I would not be thought to undervalue worldly enjoyments, nor outward appearances: but I look into the interior of a man; I study the character, that is my habit."

— Cumberland, Richard (1732-1811)

Date: 1789, 1797

"Ah, say, deluded Maid, / Would you, whose mind is pure as winter's snow, / Assort with one distain'd by foulest guilt, / Whose nightly rest the murther'd sprites would break."

— Berkeley, George Monck (1763-1793)