Occasions Off-spring Or Poems upon Severall Occasions: By Mathew Stevenson |
A forsaken Lady to her Apostate.
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A forsaken Lady to her Apostate.
But are those flashes fled? those flames quite gonInto the ashes of oblivion?
VVhere are those Vows, those Heaven-attested oaths,
Seal'd on my lips the pledges of our troaths?
What all amort, all banisht in a trice,
All our embraces a fools Paradice?
Then farewell faith, and friend, next time I find
My self affective Ile embrace the wind.
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