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.

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.

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 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.