Maxioms by Nicholas Rowe
Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?
Is this that haughty, gallant, gay Lothario?
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.
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.
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 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.
