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.

As if Misfortune made the Throne her Seat, And none could be unhappy but the Great.

Ignorance is a voluntary misfortune

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.

Guilt is the source of sorrows, the avenging fiend that follows us behind with whips and stings.