Nicholas Rowe

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

Think not the good,
The gentle deeds of mercy thou hast done,
Shall die forgotten all; the read more

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.

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!

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.