Date: 1715

"Let thy Heart kindle with the highest Hopes, / Expand thy Bosom, let thy Soul inlarg'd, / Make Room to entertain the coming Glory, / For Majesty and Purple Greatness court thee, / Homage and low Subjection wait."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Yes, my lov'd Lord, my Soul is mov'd, like Thine, / At ev'ry Danger which Invades our England; / My cold Heart kindles at the great Occasion, / And could be more than Man, in her Defence."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Ev'ry mad Passion kindles up again, / Love, Rage, Despair--and yet I will be Master."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1715

"Some Flame uncommon kindles up his Soul, / And flashes forth impetuous at his Eyes."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)