Maxioms by Nicholas Rowe
When our old Pleasures die,
Some new One still is nigh;
Oh! fair Variety!
When our old Pleasures die,
Some new One still is nigh;
Oh! fair Variety!
Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.
Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.
As if Misfortune made the Throne her Seat,
And none could be unhappy but the Great.
As if Misfortune made the Throne her Seat,
And none could be unhappy but the Great.
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
Guilt is the source of sorrow, 'tis the fiend,Th' avenging fiend, that follows us behindWith whips and stings.
Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?
Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?
