Nicholas Rowe. 1673-1718
As if Misfortune made the throne her seat,
And none could be unhappy but the great.[301:1]
The Fair Penitent. Prologue.
At length the morn and cold indifference came.[301:2]
The Fair Penitent. Act i. Sc. 1.
Is she not more than painting can express,
Or youthful poets fancy when they love?
The Fair Penitent. Act iii. Sc. 1.
Is this that haughty gallant, gay Lothario?
The Fair Penitent. Act v. Sc. i.