Clergyman's

Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?
- Nicholas Rowe

Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?
- Nicholas Rowe

And one false step entirely damns her fame.
In vain with tears the loss she may deplore,
In vain look back on what she was before;
She sets like stars that fall, to rise no more.
- Nicholas Rowe

Thou hast prevaricated with thy friend,
By underhand contrivances undone me:
And while my open nature trusted in thee,
Thou hast slept in between me and my hopes,
And ravish'd from me all my soul held dear.
Thou hast betray'd me.
- Nicholas Rowe

Your bounty is beyond my speaking;
But though my mouth be dumb, my heart shall thank you.
- Nicholas Rowe

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
- Nicholas Rowe

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
- Nicholas Rowe

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
- Nicholas Rowe

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
- Nicholas Rowe

Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
- Nicholas Rowe