Date: 1753

Inspiration "lifts the Heart on Raptures all refin'd, / And leaves its mortal Dross far, far behind"

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: January 28, 1753

"I have heard that his understanding was rather hurt by the absolute retirement in which he lived, and indeed he had an imagination too lively to be trusted to itself; the treasures of it were inexhaustible, but for want of commerce with mankind he made that rich oar into bright but useless medal...

— Montagu [née Robinson], Elizabeth (1718-1800)

Date: 1753

Life may still linger "in some of its interior haunts" so that a doctor may immediately order "such applications to the extremities and surface of the body, as might help to concentrate and reinforce the natural heat"

— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)

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: 1753

"Worthy possess'd my will--my Lord my eye, / Grinly my spleen--my scorn Sir Lubberly. / Chip had my laughter;--every Man his part, / And room for forty more, in woman's heart."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1753

"Over-cramm'd / With self, and surfeiting on brief success, / The narrow-compass'd heart wants room, for taste."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)

Date: 1753

"[M]ight I not hope my love, my truth, my perseverance, would in time find some room in a corner of that heart which doubtless then would have exterminated its first ideas.'"

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

Date: 1753

One may have "a most insidious principle of self-love, that grew up with him from the cradle, and left no room in his heart for the least particle of social virtue"

— Smollett, Tobias (1721-1777)

Date: 1753

"Still to my Sight, in Fancy's Mirror seen, / With all the Energy of Voice and Mien, / Still Barry's Force o'erwhelms my shrinking Heart."

— Jones, Henry (1721-1770)

Date: 1753

"Sorrow renounces latitude of range: / Dwells in confinement's cave; where thought sits chain'd / Muses are shunn'd: and horror's winking lamp."

— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)