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Date: 1741

"There's my kitchen sometimes is as empty as sound, / I call for my servants, not one's to be found: / They are all sent out on your ladyship's errand, / To fetch some more riotous guests in, I warrant!"

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1741

"I [the mind] did but step out, on some weighty affairs, / To visit last night, my good friends in the stars, / When, before I was got half as high as the moon, / You despatched Pain and Languor to hurry me down; / Vi & Armis they seized me, in midst of my flight, / And shut me in caverns as dark...

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1747

"Hither beauteous Goddess move, / Leave a while th' Idalian Grove; / Once more to my transported Breast, / Come a mild, a grateful Guest; / There confirm thy pleasing Reign, / Free from Cares, and free from Pain."

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

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Date: 1746; December 17, 1747 [actually January, 1748]

"The Passions ceas’d their loud alarms, / And Virtue’s soft persuasive charms / O’er all their senses stole."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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Date: 1751

"[E]nvy had ever been a stranger to her breast, yet since her own marriage, and that of mr. Trueworth with his lady, she had sometimes been tempted to accuse heaven of partiality, in making so wide a difference in their Fates"

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

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Date: 1751

"Amongst the crowd of tormenting ideas, the remembrance, that she owed all the vexation she laboured under, entirely to the acquaintance she had with miss Forward, came strong into her thoughts"

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

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Date: 1753

"Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults"

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

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Date: 1758

Here lurks DISTEMPER's horrid train / And there the PASSIONS lift their flaming brands; / These with fell rage my helpless body tear, / While those, with daring hands, / Against th' immortal soul their impious weapons rear."

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

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Date: 1758

"Within MYSELF does Virtue dwell? / Is all serene and beauteous there? / What mean these chilling damps of fear? "

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)

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Date: 1758

"In every Feast remember, that there are two Guests to be entertained, the Body, and the Soul: and that what you give the Body, you presently lose; but what you give the Soul, remains for ever."

— Carter, Elizabeth (1717-1806)

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The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.