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Quotes by Nicholas Rowe
Is she not more than painting can express, Or youthful poets fancy, when they love?— filed under Beauty
Evening II. Song. From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks, Ten thousand little loves and graces spring To revel in the roses. S.— filed under Blushes
Death is the privilege of human nature, And life without it were not worth our taking: Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mourner Fly for relief, and lay their burthens down.— filed under Death
Yet Heav'n, that made me honest, made me more Than ever king did, when he made a lord.— filed under Honesty
Thou hast prevaricated with thy friend, By underhand contrivances undone me: And while my open nature trusted in thee, Thou hast stept in between me and my hopes, And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear. Thou hast betray'd me.— filed under Hypocrisy
be Buried in Westminster. At length the morn and cold indifference came.— filed under Indifference
A pressing lover seldom wants success, Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, sits down And wastes a ten years' siege before one town.— filed under Love
Think not the good, The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done, Shall die forgotten all; the poor, the prisoner, The fatherless, the friendless, and the widow, Who daily owe the bounty of thy hand, Shall cry to Heaven, and pull a blessing on thee.— filed under Mercy
As if Misfortune made the Throne her Seat, And none could be unhappy but the Great.— filed under Misfortune
26. P. 79. Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?— filed under Pride
Thus some who have the Stars survey'd Are ignorantly led To think those glorious Lamps were made To light Tom Fool to bed.— filed under Stars
Midnight hags, By force of potent spells, of bloody characters, And conjurations horrible to hear, Call fiends and spectres from the yawning deep, And set the ministers of hell at work.— filed under Sweetness
Your bounty is beyond my speaking; But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.— filed under Thankfulness
When our old Pleasures die, Some new One still is nigh; Oh! fair Variety!— filed under Variety