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Female poems on several occasions written by Ephelia.
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Ephelia, fl. 1679.
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1679
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Wing P2030; ESTC R21721
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sway And fled to Heaven while Man did Gold obey Now Money reign'd in chief and sottish Man A slavish servitude to Wealth began Kingdomes to Rule and Princes to Advise Men fondly chose the Rich and not the Wise All lov'd the Man that had a good Estate And Poverty was cause enough to Hate The Rich might all things do and Plaudits have For his worst Acts but scarce the Poor cou'd save His best from Censure now it might be said Wealth hid more Faults than ever Folly made A Friend though heretofore a Sacred Name Now nothing but an empty Sound became For as Mens Riches did or Ebb or Flow So less or more their Friends did kindness show Honour that flew such noble Flights before VVith gen'rous Pinions now no more cou'd soare Such Hights but check'd to stoon did not difdain T' a gilded Lure and ware a Golden Chain Beauty that all Men did for Heavenly hold Forgot its worth and sold its self for Gold Nay Love though more Divine than all the rest Became a Mercenary or at best A mingled Compound of desire and wealth If any's better 't must be had by Stealth Marriage is Love and Joynture mixt together And yet sometimes it happens that there 's neither But VVit this glorious trifle did disdain VVealth strove to make it yield but all in vain More noble Objeâ—ts gen'rous VVit did chuse To employ its Thoughts and did this Trash refuse VVealth threatn'd VVit it ever shou'd be Poor Yet VVit the Golden Calf wou'd not adore So when both saw their Labour was in vain They vow'd to part and never meet again Song 1. RAnging the Plain one Summers Night To pass a vacant hour I fortunately chanc'd to light On lovely Phillis bow'r The Nymph adorn'd with Thousand Charms In expectation fate To meet such joys in Sprephon's Armes As Tongue can ne're Relate 2. Upon her hand She lean'd her Head Her Breasts did gently rise And every Lover might have read Her wishes in her Eyes With every breath that mov'd the Trees She suddainly wou'd Start A Cold on all her Body seiz'd A Trembling on her Heart 3. But He that knew how well she Lov'd Beyond his Hour had staid Which both with Fear and Anger mov'd The Melancholick Maid You Gods she said how oft he Swore He wou'd be hear by One And now alas 'T is Six and more And yet He is not come Loves Cruelty or the Prayer SPeak cruel Love what is 't thou dost intend Oh! tell me have thy Tyrannies no end Tho to thy Pow'r I have a Rebel bin May not Repentance expiate my Sin Oh! long e're this if I had injur'd Heaven So true a Convert it wou'd have forgiven Four times the Sun his Yearly Race hath run Since first my Heart was by my Eyes undone In all which time thou scarce hast been so kind To give one Minutes Quiet to my mind Thou takest from me the Rellish of Delights My Days no Pleasure know no Sleep my Nights With wandring thoughts each Pray'r thou dost prophane I offer to my God and mak'st them vain Sometimes with Books I wou'd divert my mind But nothing there but J's and G's I find Sometimes to ease my Grief my Pen I take But it no Letters but J G will make I seek Diversion in Company But my discourse great Love is all of Thee In Sighs and Sobs I Languish out the Night And all the day in Tears I drown my Sight Yet I no pity can from thee obtain Thou 'lt neither Cure nor mitigate my Pain Mercyless Tyrant Since thou wilt not Save Quickly Destroy and send me to my Grave The Reply by a Friend WHat Pray'r incessant to my Ears does fly What proud Presumption me of Tyranny Accuseth can Love whose pow're is so Great Be taxed with Ingratitude or Hate Fond Girle sorbear and know that your Dispair Is want of Courage cou'd you once but dare Your Victor and my Vassal you shou'd see How Heav'n wou'd punish his inconstancy But while your Hope on his fond Vows relies And thinks Heaven minds those little Perjuries You quit the greater Pow'r that you may claime By Beauty's Conquest the loss of it 's your Shame When first to you he his Addresses made Smiles gave him Life your frowns strike him Dead But Viper like being in your Bosom warm'd And his chill'd Soul being into Action charm'd By th' Influence of your Beams he straight denies What gave his Love a Life and from it flies From such a Rebel as from Plagues I 'de run 'Twixt Love and Hate is no comparison Nor is he worth your Anger or your Scorn Do but forget that ever he was Born You can't believe the Gods would e're create Ingratitude that Quintessence of Hate Think him a Spectrum that had only Shape Without Substance and Love did onely Ape Then reassume that Pow'r that Nature's Law Gives to your Sex be Wise keep Slaves in Awe Be generous in Love Love not in vain 'T is base to Love where we 're not Lov'd again To J. G. TEll me you Hate and Flatter me no more By Heaven I do not wish you shou'd adore With humbler Blessings I content can be I only beg that you would pity me In as much Silence as I first design'd To bear the Raging Torture of my Mind For when your Eyes first made my Heart your Slave I thought t' have hid my Fetters in my Grave Heaven witness for me that I strove to hide My violent Love and my fond Eyes did chide For glancing at thee and my Blushes hid With as much care as ever Virgin did And though I languish'd in the greatest pain That e're despairing Lover did sustain I ne're in publick did let fall a Tear Nor breath'd a Sigh i' th' reach of any Ear Yet I in private drew no Breath but Sighs And Show'rs of Tears fell from my wretched Eyes The Lillies left my Front the Rose my Cheeks My Nights were spent in Sobs and suddain Shreeks I felt my strength Insensibly decay'd And Death aproach but ah then you convey'd Soft Am'rous tales into my listning Ears And gentle Vows and well becoming Tears Then deeper Oaths nor e're your Seige remov'd 'Till I confest my Flame and own'd I lov'd Your kinder Smiles had rais'd my Flames so high That all at Distance might the Fire Discry I took no care my Passion to suppress Nor hide the Love I thought I did possess But ah too late I find your Love was such As Gallants pay in course or scarce so much You Shun my sight you feed me with delays You slight affront a Thousand several ways You doe Torment with Study'd Cruelty And yet alternately you Flatter me Oh! if you Love not plainly say you hate And give my Miseries a shorter date 'T is kinder than to Linger out my Fate And yet I cou'd with less regret have Dy'd A Victime to your Coldness than your Pride Song 1. BEneath a spreading Willows shade Ephelia a harmless Maide
at all Song 1. OBscure the Glories of your Eyes Or give us leave to Love To see and not desire that Prize Impossible must prove Look not so nicely on your Slave That at your Feet doth bow When such enticeing Looks you gave To tempt the Fool so low 2. Coy wanton Nymph though you forbid Your Slaves to seek Redress And force us keep our Torture hid Your Guilt is ne're the less It cannnot sure be Pity found But barb'rous Cruelty VVhen you with Pleasure give a VVound So deep you start to see To a Lady who tho Married could not endure Love should be made to any but her Self SAy jealous Phillida what Humour 's this No Shepherd can bestow a Smile or Kiss On any Nymph but you must pout and vex Wou'd you Monopolize the Masc'line Sex Is not the sprightly Damon's heart Your Prize Securely bound by Hymens Sacred ties Strephon and Colon your Adorers are And bashful Cleon does your Fetters wear Young Coridon did by your Beauty fall Insatiate Nymph wou'd you ingross them All Who doth not smile to see what Pains you take To watch our private Meetings and to make Our Amours publick and if your list'ning Ear By chance soft Amorous Discourses hear Then raging Mad with Jealousie and Pride You curse the Shepherds and the Nymphs you chide But why thus Angry if we entertain The Heart and Love of some poor humble Swain VVho never his cheap Thoughts so high durst lift As to present you with so mean a Gift What wrong have you why shou'd you break your Rest If they to us present a Linnets Nest A Wreath of Flowers or a Bunch of Grapes Filberts or Strawberries or the Roots of Rapes When Lambs and Kids are daily offer'd you By the great Swains that for your favour sue If any Shepherdess so bold dare be T' invade thy Right or proudly Rival thee Th'had'st Reason for thy Anger but while we Content with what you slight and scorn can be Why shou'd you Envy or disturb our Joys Let us possess in Peace these little Toys ACROSTICH V ain Girl thy Muse to be more Modest teath E ndeavour not at things above thy Reach N o common Pen for this great Task is fit I t asks great Dryden's or sweet Cowley's Wit T' express the Beauteous wonders of your Face I nimitable Colours Features Grace A ngelick Sweetness and a charming State C ompounded sweetly on each Look doth wait O h if my Fancy cou'd but reach your Worth O r find fit Epithets to set it forth K ings then to thy fair Eyes shou'd Homage pay E xpressing Thee more like the Gods than They. SONG 1. YOu wrong me Strephon when you say I 'me Jealous or Severe Did I not see you Kiss and Play With all you came a neer Say did I ever Chide for this Or cast one Jealous Eye On the bold Nymphs that snatch'd my Bliss While I stood wishing by 2. Yet though I never disapprov'd This modish Liberty I thought in them you only lov'd Change and Variety I vainly thought my Charms so strong And you so much my Slave No Nymph had Pow'r to do me Wrong Or break the Chains I gave 3. But when you seriously Address With all your winning Charms Unto a Servile Shepherdess I 'le throw you from my Arms I 'de rather chuse you shou'd make Love To every Face you see Then Mopsa's dull Admirer prove And let Her Rival me ACROSTICH R arest of Virgins in whose Breast and Eyes A ll that is Vertuous and Lovely lies C ou'd I describe but half thy Excellence H ow wou'd the Gods with speed Bodies condense E ternity for Thee they wou'd despise L eave their Divine Abodes new Shapes devise L ovelier than that which Danae did surprize P roud if in any Form they thee cou'd please O r give to their Immortal Cares some ease W hen us poor Mortals with your Sight you bless N one can find words their wonder to express E namouring and dazling with your Sight Y ou prove at once our Torture and Delight The Twin Flame FAntastick wanton God what do'st thou mean To break my Rest make me grow pale and lean And offer Sighs and yet not know to who Or what 's more strange to sigh at once for two Tyrant Thou know'st I was thy Slave before And humbly did thy Deity Adore I lik'd nay doated on my Strephon's Face And Sung his Praise and thine in every place My Soul he singly sway'd alone possest My Love and reign'd sole Monarch of my Breast Was not all this enough but thou fond Boy Wanton with too much Pow'r thy Self t' employ Must In my Breast oh let it ne're be told Kindle new Flame yet not put out the Old Young Clovis now though I oppose in vain Succeeds not Strephon but doth with him Reign And I though both I love dare neither choose Lest gaining one I shou'd the other loose Both Fires are equal great Flame equal high Yet spight of this a difference I descry One wild and raging furiously Devours My Peace my Rest and all my pleasant Hours The other mild and gentle like those Fires That melt Perfumes creates as sweet desires That doth with Violence to Passion tend This climbs no higher than the name of Friend Yes greedy Strephon you shall ever be My only Love and singly Reign o're me My Passion you shall Monopolize You 've such resistless Magick in your Eyes Though Clovis Merits yours do far transcend Yet I 'm your Lover and but Clovis Friend Blindly I love you yet too plain discover He 'l prove a better Friend then you a Lover Accept sweet Clovis of that little part I can present of my unruly Heart Cou'd I command my Love or know a way My Stubborn lawless Passion to sway My Love I wou'd not Parcel nor bestow A little Share where more than all I owe This undeserving Strephon I wou'd teare From my fond Breast and place your Merit there But 't is not in my Pow'r some hidden Fate Compels me love Him that I strive to Hate That Love we to our Prince or Parents pay I 'le bear to you and love an humble way I 'le pay you Veneration for your Love And your Admirer not your Mistress prove Oh! be contented with the Sacred Name Of Friend and an inviolable Flame For you I will preserve and the first place Of all the few I with that Title grace And yet this Friendship doth so fast improve I dread lest it in time shou'd grow to Love To a Proud Beauty IMperious Fool think not because you 're Fair That you so much above my Converse are VVhat though the Gallants sing your Praises loud And with false Plaudits make you vainly Proud Tho they may tell you all Adore your Eyes And every Heart 's your willing Sacrifice Or spin the Flatt'ry finer and perswade Your easie Vanity that we were made For Foyles to make your Lustre Shine more Bright And must pay