Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

The Tragedy Of The Lady Jane Gray.

London

Printed for Bernard Lintott

1715

"My Fancy palls, and takes Distast at Pleasure; / My Soul grows out of Tune, it loaths the World, / Sickens at all the Noise and Folly of it."

LORD GUILFORD DUDLEY.
My Heart sinks in me at her soft complaining,
And ev'ry moving Accent that she breaths,
Resolves my Courage, slackens my tough Nerves,
And melts me down to Infancy and Tears.
My Fancy palls, and takes Distast at Pleasure;
My Soul grows out of Tune, it loaths the World,
Sickens at all the Noise and Folly of it;
And I could sit me down in some dull Shade,
Where lonely Contemplation keeps her Cave,
And dwells with hoary Hermits; there forget my self,
There fix my stupid Eyes upon the Earth,
And muse away an Age in deepest Melancholy.
(II.i, p. 18)

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First performed April 20, 1715. 33 entries in the ESTC (1715, 1717, 1718, 1719, 1720, 1727, 1730, 1733, 1735, 1736, 1740, 1744, 1748, 1750, 1754, 1755, 1761, 1764, 1771, 1774, 1776, 1777, 1778, 1782, 1791)

See The Tragedy Of The Lady Jane Gray. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal in Drury-Lane. By N. Rowe (London: Printed for Bernard Lintott, 1715). <Link to ECCO>

07/21/2013