Familiar letters and poems on several occasions By Mary Masters |
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To a Friend who tax'd me with too much Zeal in blaming her Fondness to an unworthy Lover.
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Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | ||
To a Friend who tax'd me with too much Zeal in blaming her Fondness to an unworthy Lover.
What tho' in Zeal I blame my Friend,
For her unbounded Love;
Oh! think to what that Zeal does tend,
And what that Zeal does move.
For her unbounded Love;
Oh! think to what that Zeal does tend,
And what that Zeal does move.
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'Tis not your Passion that I blame,
But Passion's fond excess;
It is your Wrongs my Zeal inflame,
Those Wrongs I would redress.
But Passion's fond excess;
It is your Wrongs my Zeal inflame,
Those Wrongs I would redress.
What tho' with Zeal I blame the Man,
That first your Heart betray'd:
I'm not displeas'd that Love began,
But blame it ill repay'd.
That first your Heart betray'd:
I'm not displeas'd that Love began,
But blame it ill repay'd.
With Zeal I blame the perjur'd Youth,
Who cast on Love a Blot;
But had he match'd thy spotless Truth,
I then had blam'd him not.
Who cast on Love a Blot;
But had he match'd thy spotless Truth,
I then had blam'd him not.
Familiar letters and poems on several occasions | ||