Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Oh Seofrid! do'st thou not wonder much, / And pity my weak Temper, when thou seest me / Thus in a Moment chang'd from Hot to Cold, / My active Fancy glowing now with Hopes, / Anon thus drooping; Death in my pale Visage, / My Heart, and my chill Veins, all freezing with Despair."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Then think what Thoughts invade the gazing King; / Catch'd with the sudden Flame, at once he burns, / At once he flies resistless on his Prey."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"The cursed Deed will turn me savage wild, / Blot ev'ry Thought of Nature from my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Oh! do not, do not blast the springing Hopes / Which thy kind Hand has planted in my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought, / Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self; / Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art, / And paint some pleasing Image to delight me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"No!--'tis my Glory that the Christian Light / Has dawn'd, like Day, upon my darker Mind, / And taught my Soul the noblest use of Reason; / Taught her to soar aloft, to search, to know / The vast eternal Fountain of her Being."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Wilt thou not plead for Life?--Intreat the Tyrant, / And waken Nature in his Iron Heart."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Not all those warring Elements we fear, / Are equal to the inborn Tempest here; / Fierce as the Thoughts which mortal Man controul, / When Love and Rage contend, and tear the lab'ring Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Oh let me sink, / With all these warring Thoughts together in me, / Blushing to Earth, and hide the vast Confusion."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Since Love is lost, / Come thou Revenge, succeed thou to ray Bosom, / And reign in all my Soul."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)