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)

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)

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)

Date: 1754

Authors may "awaken the judgment to exert itself, so as to reject all the alluring bribes which the passions, assisted by the imagination, can offer"

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768) and Jane Collier (bap. 1715, d. 1755)

Date: 1754

"In a bosom inhabited by the dextra some comfort arises, even from despair of any pleasure which was once a favourite pursuit: for the very impossibility of obtaining our wish, makes us in earnest endeavour to conquer such a fruitless inclination: whereas on the contrary, in the bosom inhabited b...

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768) and Jane Collier (bap. 1715, d. 1755)

Date: 1754

"It was my father's desire and my mother's practice to prevent the entrance of error, and then they made no doubt but truth would find room to inhabit my well-taught mind"

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768) and Jane Collier (bap. 1715, d. 1755)

Date: 1754

"I at that moment felt strangers in my breast, distracting and tearing me asunder"

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768) and Jane Collier (bap. 1715, d. 1755)

Date: 1754

"And now with triumphant voices the Cry broke forth into a loud huzza; declaring, that they were not ignorant who these strangers were, that had enter'd Portia's breast."

— Fielding, Sarah (1710-1768) and Jane Collier (bap. 1715, d. 1755)

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)

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)