More quotes by Nicholas Rowe
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.
Your bounty is beyond my speaking;
But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.
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Applause is the spur of noble minds, the end and aim of weak ones.
'Tis pride, rank pride, and haughtiness of soul:
I think the Romans call it Stoicism.
No place affords a more striking conviction of the vanity of human hopes than a public library.
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