Nicholas Rowe

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.