Nicholas Rowe

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.

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.

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.

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.