Date: 1703

"Trust not to that; / Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls, / Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs, / It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; / Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in, / And the Deceiver Love supplies its place."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

"A Flood of Tenderness comes o'er my Soul; / I cannot speak!--I love! forgive! and pity thee."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

"By my strong Grief, my Heart ev'n melts within me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1706

"'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)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"His Noble Nature, / Tho' warm, tho' fierce, and prone to sudden Passions, / Is just and gentle, when the torrent Rage / Ebbs out, and cooler Reason comes again."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Unhappy Sex! Whose easie yielding Temper / Gives Way to every Appetite alike; / Each gust of Inclination, uncontroul'd, / Sweeps thro' their Souls, and sets 'em in an uproar; / Each Motion of their Heart rises to Fury, / And Love in their weak Bosoms is a Rage / As terrible as Hate, and as destr...

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"But tho' my Mouth be dumb, my Heart shall thank you; / And when it melts before the Throne of Mercy, / Mourning, and bleeding, for my past Offences, / My fervent Soul shall breath one Prayer for you."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Their old Hearts melted in 'em as she spoke, / And Tears ran down upon their silver Beards."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)