Female Poems On Several Occasions | ||
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[Be Judge, dear Strephon, was it kind]
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Be Judge, dear Strephon, was it kind,Through ev'ry sense t'invade my Heart;
And when I had my Soul resign'd,
To play a Cruel Tyrants part?
2
Being your Slave, I'm not so vainTo hope to have one minutes Ease,
But shou'd take Pleasure in my Pain,
If my Dear Conqu'rer it wou'd please.
3
In Sighs, and Sobs, and Groans, and Tears,And Languishment I pass the Day,
My Rest at Night is broke with Fears,
Yet you my Grief with Scorns repay.
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But Since you can so Cruel prove,To mock the Suffrings you Create,
Triumph and Boast how much I Love,
I'le give your Mirth a speedy Date.
5
For know, Insulter, I disdainTo live to feed your Vanity;
My Blood shall wash out that fond Stain,
My Honour got by loving Thee.
Female Poems On Several Occasions | ||