"'Till then be kind, and leave me to my self; / Leave me to vent the Fulness of my Breast, / Pour out the Sorrows of my Soul alone, / And sigh my self, if possible, to Peace."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)


Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for Jacob Tonson
Date
1706
Metaphor
"'Till then be kind, and leave me to my self; / Leave me to vent the Fulness of my Breast, / Pour out the Sorrows of my Soul alone, / And sigh my self, if possible, to Peace."
Metaphor in Context
PENELOPE.
'Till then be kind, and leave me to my self;
Leave me to vent the Fulness of my Breast,
Pour out the Sorrows of my Soul alone,
And sigh my self, if possible, to Peace
.
Oh thou dear Youth, for whom I feel again
My Throes, and twice endure a Mother's Pain,
Well had I dy'd to save thee, oh my Son,
Well, to preserve thy Life, had giv'n my own,
But when the Thoughts of former Days return,
When my lost Virtue, Fame, and Peace I mourn,
The Joys which still thou gav'st me I forget,
And own I bought thee at a Price too great.
(II.i, pp. 28-29)
Provenance
C-H Lion
Citation
Eighteen entries in the ESTC (1706, 1714, 1719, 1720, 1726, 1728, 1733, 1735, 1736, 1750, 1764, 1778, 1791).

See Ulysses: A Tragedy. As it is Acted at the Queen's Theatre in the Hay-Market. By Her Majesty's Sworn Servants. Written by N. Rowe (London: Printed for Jacob Tonson, 1706). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
07/23/2013

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.