Thomas Otway Quote

Then hear me, bounteous heaven!
Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head,
Where everlasting sweets are always springing,
With a continual giving hand; let peace
Honor and safety always hover round her,
Feed her with plenty, let her eyes ne'er see
A sight of sorrow, nor her heart know mourning.


The Orphan (1680)

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Then hear me, bounteous heaven! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual...

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Then hear me, bounteous heaven! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual...

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Then hear me, bounteous heaven! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual...

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Then hear me, bounteous heaven! Pour down your blessings on this beauteous head, Where everlasting sweets are always springing, With a continual...