Nicholas Rowe

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.

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?

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.

From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel read more

From every blush that kindles in thy cheeks,
Ten thousand little loves and graces spring
To revel in the roses.