Date: 1714

"How fierce a Fiend is Passion? With what Wildness, / What Tyranny untam'd, it Reigns in Woman."

— 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

"Of equal Elements, / Without one jarring Atom was she form'd / And Gentleness, and Joy, make up her Being."

— 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: 1714

"If Pity dwells within your noble Breast, / (As sure it does) oh speak not to me thus!"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Never! By those chast Lights above, I swear, / My Soul shall never know Pollution more."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"Oh Jealousie! Thou Bane of pleasing Friendship, / Thou worst Invader of our tender Bosoms; / How does thy Rancour poison all our Softness, / And turn our gentle Natures into Bitterness."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"What charitable Hand will aid me now? / Will stay my failing Steps, support my Ruines, / And heal my wounded Mind with Balmy Comfort?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"This foolish Woman hangs about my Heart, / Lingers, and wanders in my Fancy still."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1714

"I own the glorious Subject fires my Breast, / And my Soul's darling Passion stands confest / Beyond or Love's or Friendship's sacred Band, / Beyond my self I prize my Native Land."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)