"While in the lustre of her charms I lay."
[94] A tragical phrase much in use.
[95] This speech hath been taken to pieces by several tragical authors, who seem to have rifled it, and share its beauties among them:
"My soul waits at the portal of thy breast,
To ravish from thy lips the welcome news."—"Anna Bullen."
"My soul stands list'ning at my ears."—"Cyrus the Great."
"Love to his tune my jarring heart would bring,
But reason overwinds, and cracks the string."—"D. of Guise."
"I should have loved
Though Jove, in muttering thunder, had forbid it."—"New Sophonisba."