Female Poems On Several Occasions Written by Ephelia. The Second Edition, with large Additions |
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The Farewel to Ingratitude.
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The Farewel to Ingratitude.
Farewel ungrateful Traytor,
Farewel my perjur'd Swain;
Let never injur'd Creature
Believe a Man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But Joy's too short a blessing,
And Love's too long a pain.
But Joy's, &c.
Farewel my perjur'd Swain;
Let never injur'd Creature
Believe a Man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But Joy's too short a blessing,
And Love's too long a pain.
But Joy's, &c.
O Love, thou art a Treasure,
Would Constancy remain;
But for one hour of pleasure
We find an age of pain.
How eager is the Lover,
Poor Women may discover,
The Vows of Men are vain.
Poor Women, &c.
Would Constancy remain;
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We find an age of pain.
How eager is the Lover,
Poor Women may discover,
The Vows of Men are vain.
Poor Women, &c.
'Tis easie to deceive us,
In pity of our pain;
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
There is no bliss besides it,
But she that once hath try'd it,
Will never love again.
But she, &c.
In pity of our pain;
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
There is no bliss besides it,
But she that once hath try'd it,
Will never love again.
But she, &c.
The Passions you pretended
Were only to obtain;
But when the Charm was ended,
The Charmer you disdain.
Your Love by hours we measure,
Till we have lost our Treasure;
But Dying is a pleasure,
When Living is a pain.
But Dying, &c.
Were only to obtain;
But when the Charm was ended,
The Charmer you disdain.
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Till we have lost our Treasure;
But Dying is a pleasure,
When Living is a pain.
But Dying, &c.
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