"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are gently lifted up and down by Tides."
— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Jacob Tonson
Date
1703
Metaphor
"I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are gently lifted up and down by Tides."
Metaphor in Context
LOTHARIO.
Oh 'twas great.
I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid,
Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes;
Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour,
Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking.
Within her rising Bosom all was calm,
As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only
Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.
I snatch'd the glorious, golden Opportunity,
And with prevailing, youthful Ardour prest her,
'Till with short Sighs, and murmuring Reluctance,
The yielding Fair one gave me perfect Happiness.
Ev'n all the live-long Night we past in Bliss,
In Extacies too fierce to last for ever;
At length the Morn and cold Indifference came;
When fully sated with the luscious Banquet,
I hastily took leave, and left the Nymph
To think on what was past, and sigh alone.
(I.i, pp. 5-6)
Oh 'twas great.
I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid,
Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes;
Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour,
Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking.
Within her rising Bosom all was calm,
As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only
Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.
I snatch'd the glorious, golden Opportunity,
And with prevailing, youthful Ardour prest her,
'Till with short Sighs, and murmuring Reluctance,
The yielding Fair one gave me perfect Happiness.
Ev'n all the live-long Night we past in Bliss,
In Extacies too fierce to last for ever;
At length the Morn and cold Indifference came;
When fully sated with the luscious Banquet,
I hastily took leave, and left the Nymph
To think on what was past, and sigh alone.
(I.i, pp. 5-6)
Provenance
C-H Lion
Citation
Over seventy entries in the ESTC (1703, 1714, 1718, 1721, 1723, 1726, 1727, 1728, 1730, 1732, 1733, 1735, 1736, 1736, 1737, 1739, 1742, 1746, 1747, 1750, 1753, 1754, 1755, 1757, 1758, 1759, 1760, 1761, 1763, 1764, 1766, 1768, 1770, 1771, 1774, 1775, 1776, 1777, 1782, 1783, 1784, 1785, 1786, 1787, 1790, 1791, 1792, 1795, 1797, 1800).
See The Fair Penitent. A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the New Theatre In Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields. By Her Majesty's Servants. Written by N. Rowe (London: Printed for Jacob Tonson, 1703). <Link to ECCO>lt;Link to ECCO-TCP>
Reading Jean Marsden's edition in The Broadview Anthology of Restoration & Early Eighteenth-Century Drama (Peterborough, Broadview, 2001).
See The Fair Penitent. A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the New Theatre In Little Lincolns-Inn-Fields. By Her Majesty's Servants. Written by N. Rowe (London: Printed for Jacob Tonson, 1703). <Link to ECCO>lt;Link to ECCO-TCP>
Reading Jean Marsden's edition in The Broadview Anthology of Restoration & Early Eighteenth-Century Drama (Peterborough, Broadview, 2001).
Date of Entry
07/18/2013
