Date: 1702

"Nature asserts her Empire in her Heart, / And kindly takes the faithful Lover's part."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Why hangs my Heart thus heavy / Like Death within my Bosom?"

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"In Adversity / The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest; / Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease, / And loses all her Firmness."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Oh, Glorious Thought! By Heav'n! I will enjoy it, / Tho' but in Fancy; Imagination shall / Make room to entertain the vast Idea."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Stop thee there, Arpasia, / And bar my Fancy from the guilty Scene; / Let not Thought enter, lest the busie Mind / Should muster such a train of monstrous Images, / As wou'd distract me."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine, / Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind / Can barely know, unable to describe it."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"But see! the Sultan comes!--my beating Heart / Bounds with exulting Motion, Hope, and Fear, / Fight with alternate conquest in my Breast."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"If my wounded Mind / Could know a Thought of Peace, it would be now."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"The boiling Passion that disturbs thy Soul, / Spreads Clouds around, and make thy purpose dark."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)

Date: 1702

"But that my Soul, conscious of whence it sprung, / Sits unpolluted in its sacred Temple, / And scorns to mingle with a Thought so mean."

— Rowe, Nicholas (1674-1718)