"My pineal gland could you but view, / You'd scarce believe your eyes see true: / There's such a jumble; good and bad, / All sorts of thoughts, may there be had; / Like broker's shop, where we may find / Goods that belong to half mankind."
Letter to Miss E.B. at Bath
Lonsdale, R. Ed. <u>Eighteenth Century Women Poets</u>. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1989.