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At length the morn and cold indifference came.
The Fair Penitent (1703)
Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?
The Fair Penitent (1703)
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
The Fair Penitent (1703)
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.
The Fair Penitent (1703)
Great minds, like heaven, are pleased in doing good.
Your bounty is beyond my speaking;
But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.
Jane Shore (1714)
From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.
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.
The Fair Penitent (1703)
A pressing lover seldom wants success,
Whilst the respectful, like the Greek, sits down
And wastes a ten years' siege before one town.
War, the needy bankrupt's last resort.
Women, like summer storms, awhile are cloudy,
Burst out in thunder and impetuous showers:
But straight the sun of beauty dawns abroad,
And all the fair horizon is serene.
Tamerlane (1701)
And one false step entirely damns her fame.
In vain with tears the loss she may deplore,
In vain look back on what she was before;
She sets like stars that fall, to rise no more.
Jane Shore (1714)
Yet Heav'n, that made me honest, made me more
Than ever king did, when he made a lord.
Jane Shore (1714)
Beshrew my heart, but it is wond’rous strange;
Sure there is something more than witchcraft in them,
That masters ev’n the wisest of us all.
Jane Shore (1714)
Thou hast prevaricated with thy friend,
By underhand contrivances undone me:
And while my open nature trusted in thee,
Thou hast slept in between me and my hopes,
And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear.
Thou hast betray'd me.
Lady Jane Grey (1715)
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.
Jane Shore (1714)
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.
Jane Shore (1714)
Righteous Heaven,
In thy great day of vengeance! Blast the traitor
And his pernicious counsels, who, for wealth,
For pow'r, the pride of greatness, or revenge,
Would plunge his native land in civil wars.
Jane Shore (1714)
Thus some who have the Stars survey'd
Are ignorantly led
To think those glorious Lamps were made
To light Tom Fool to bed.