Date: 1703

"At first her Rage was dumb, and wanted Words, / But when the Storm found way, 'twas wild and loud. / Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God, / Enthusiastick Passion swell'd her Breast, / Enlarg'd her Voice, and ruffled all her Form."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

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

"She's here! yet oh! my Tongue is at a loss, / Teach me, some Pow'r, that happy Art of Speech, / To dress my Purpose up in gracious Words; / Such as may softly steal upon her Soul, / And never waken the Tempestuous Passions."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1703

"Sorrow, Remorse, and Shame, have torn my Soul, / They hang like Winter on my Youthful Hopes, / And blast the Spring and Promise of my Year."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1706

"What God, averse to Innocence and Love, / Cou'd shake thy gentle Soul with such a Storm?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1706

"And oh impute not one unheeded Word, / Forc'd from her in the bitterest Pangs of Sorrow, / When fierce conflicting Passions strove within, / Like all the Winds at once let loose upon the Main, / When wild Distraction rul'd."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"Where is my Ethelinda now!--that dear one, / That gently us'd to breath the Sounds of Peace, / Gently as Dews descend, or Slumbers creep; / That us'd to brood o'er my tempestuous Soul, / And hush me to a Calm."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: November 25, 1707; 1708

"First then, to stay these sudden Gusts of Passion / That hurry you from Reason, rest assur'd / The Secret of your Love lives with me only."

— 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: 1713

"Pardon a weak distemper'd Soul, that swells / With sudden Gusts, and sinks as soon in Calms, / The Sport of Passions."

— Addison, Joseph (1672-1719)