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)
Death is the privilege of human nature,And life without it were not worth our taking:Thither the poor, the pris'ner, and the mournerFly for relief, and lay their burthens down. The Fair Penitent (1703)