Date: 1702

"Nay, yet more, / My Soul seems pleas'd to take acquaintance with thee, / As if ally'd to thine: Perhaps 'tis Sympathy / Of honest Minds; Like Strings wound up in Musick, / Where by one touch, both utter the same Harmony."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Witness the Blood / Which thro' successive Hero's Veins ally'd / To our Greek Emperors, roll'd down to me, / Feeds the bright Flame of Glory in my Heart."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"When, as my Soul confest its Flame, and su'd / In moving Sounds for Pity, she frown'd rarely, / But, blushing, heard me tell the gentle Tale."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"But, Oh! 'tis past; and I will charge Remembrance / To banish the fond Image from my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Nature asserts her Empire in her Heart, / And kindly takes the faithful Lover's part."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Why hangs my Heart thus heavy / Like Death within my Bosom?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"In Adversity / The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest; / Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease, / And loses all her Firmness."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it, / Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall / Make room to entertain the vast Idea."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Stop thee there, Arpasia, / And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene; / Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind / Should muster such a train of monstrous Images, / As wou'd distract me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine, / Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind / Can barely know, unable to describe it."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)