Female Poems On Several Occasions Written by Ephelia. The Second Edition, with large Additions |
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The Reconcilement. |
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The Reconcilement.
If you Repent, can I forgive your Crime,Except you Love again, and call you Mine:
What Question's this? Ask some poor Slave if he
Will take again his former Liberty:
Some greedy Miser ask, that Gold had lost
If hee'l Receiv't again: one that is tost
In a feirce Tempest, on the raging Main,
Ask if he wou'd be safe on Land again:
Ask the Diseased, if they wou'd be Well
Or ask the Damn'd, if they wou'd leave their Hell:
But ask not me a Question So Vain,
As, can you take my wandring Heart again.
No Conqu'ring Hero e're did Foes persue
VVith half the Pleasure, that I took in you;
No Youthful Monarch, of a Glit'ring Crown,
Or prating Coxcomb, of a Scarlet Gown
VVas half so proud, as I was of your Love;
Nor cou'd great Juno's State my Envy move,
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Then Strephon, think, how killing was the Grief
That I sustain'd, to find my Empire lost,
And servile Mopsa of your Conquest boast:
None but a depos'd Monarch, made a Scorn
By the rude Slaves that were his Vassals born,
VVho while th'Imperial Circle grace'd his Brow,
At awfull distance, to his Feet did bow,
His Scepter snatch'd by an unworthy hand,
That late was proud to wait his least command,
But now th'Insulting wretch dares threat the Head
Of him, whose Frown but late cou'd look him dead,
Cou'd guess the horrid Tortures seiz'd my mind,
VVhen I perceiv'd you were to Mopsa kind:
That ill-look't Hag! who nere had guilty bin,
(No not in thought) of such a dareing Sin,
Had you not broke the Solemne Faith you vow'd,
Made me a Scorn to the Ignoble Crow'd
Of vulgar Nymphs, who now dáre loudly prate
Reviling tales, they durst not think of late.
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Yet 'tis forgot i'th' Joy of your Return;
Your proofs of Penitence shall be but small,
Look kind on me, and not on her at all.
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