Nicholas Rowe

Thou hast prevariated with thy friend,
By underhand contrivances undone me:
And while my open nature trusted read more

Thou hast prevariated 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.

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.

Your bounty is beyond my speaking;
But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.

Your bounty is beyond my speaking;
But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.

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 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.