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Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral

By Mrs. S. F. [i.e. Sarah Egerton]

Egerton, Sarah Fyge

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To Mrs. S. F. on her Poems.

To Mrs. S. F. on her Poems.

To Mrs. S. F. on her incomparable Poems.

To my Ingenious Friend Mrs. S. F. on her Poems.

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On the Honourable Robert Boyl's, Notion of Nature.

Satyr against the Muses.

To the Lady Cambell, with a Female Advocate.

On my leaving London, June the 29.

The Repulse to Alcander.

To Mr. Norris, on his Idea of Happiness.

To one who in Love, set a Figure.

At my leaving Cambridge August the 14th, Extempore.

To Orabella, Marry'd to an old Man.

To Alexis, on his absence.

To One who said I must not Love.

On the death of dear Statyra.

On being ------ tax'd with Symony.

An occasional Copy, in Answer to Mr. Joshua Barns, Extempore.

Song on Madam S---.

On a Gentleman and his Wife visiting a Lady.

The Power of Love.

The Invocation.

On the Author of Religion by Reason, or the Light of Nature a Guide to Divine Truth.

On a Sermon Preach'd Sept. the 6th, 1697. on these Words, You have sold your selves for Nought.

On my leaving S---y.

On my wedding Day.

An Ode on the Death of Mr. Dryden.

To Thyrsis on his Pastoral to Mr. Creech.

Delia to Phraartes on his Playing Cæsar Borgia.

To Clarona drawing Alexis's Picture and presenting it to me.

Erato the Amorous Muse on the Death of John Dryden, Esq.

Delia to Phraartes on his mistake of three Ladies writing to him.

To Mr. Yalden, on his Temple of Fame, Extempore.

On the Death of William III, King of England.

To N. Tate, Esq; on his Poem on the Queen's Picture, Drawn by Closterman.

To my much valu'd Friend Moneses.

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The fond Shepherdess.

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To one who in Love, set a Figure.

In vain alas ye search your artless Books,
A lover's Fates writ in his Mistris's Looks;
Tis to no purpose that ye gaze ith' Skys,
There are no Stars like her propitious Eyes.
When Hearts are lost to set a Figure vain,
None but the Thief knows if you'll hav't again.

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Your Venus ask, not Mercury's Aid intreat,
For he knows nothing of an amorous Cheat:
'Tis she alone that can the Mystery tell,
Read but her Looks they are infallible;
Consult the upper World for Death and Wars,
She is Love's Heaven, her Eyes the only Stars:
Since her kind Influence hath attracted you,
She may admit of a Conjunction too.