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Female Poems On Several Occasions

Written by Ephelia. The Second Edition, with large Additions

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To the most EXCELLENT PRINCESS MARY, Dutchess of Richmond & Lenox.

A POEM Presented to his SACRED MAJESTY, on the Discovery of the PLOT.

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AN ELEGY On the Right Reverend GILBERT SHELDON, Ld Arch-Bishop of Canterbury.

Love's first Approach.

The Change or Miracle.

To a Gentleman that durst not pass the door while I stood there.

First farewel to J. G.

To Mr. J. G. on his being chosen Steward of his Club, presented with the Laurel.

To J. G. in absence.

Prologue to the Pair-Royal of Coxcombs, Acted at a Dancing-School.

The first Song in the Play.

The Second Song.

Welcome to J. G.

Wealth's Power.

Loves Cruelty, or the Prayer.

The Reply, by a Friend.

Neglect Returned.

On a Bashful Shepherd.

The Reconcilement.

To a Lady who (tho Married) could not endure Love should be made to any but her Self.

The Twin Flame.

To a Proud Beauty.

To one that asked me why I lov'd J. G.

Intended Farewel to J. G.

Mocked in Anger.

A Lovers State.

A Vindication to angry Clovis.

Last Farewel to J. G.

The Unkind Parting.

Seeing Strephon Ride by after him I supposed gone.

To a Gentleman that had left a Vertuous Lady for a Miss.

Fortune Mistaken.

To J. G. on the News of his Marriage.

To Phylocles, inviting him to Friendship.

To the Honoured Eugenia, commanding me to Write to Her.

To the Beauteous Marina.

Passion discovered.

To Coridon, on shutting his Door against some Ladies.

To One that Affronted the Excellent Eugenia.

To Clovis, desiring me to bring Him into Marina's Company.

In the Person of a Lady to Bajazet, Her unconstant Gallant.

To Madam F.

To the Angry Eugenia.

A Nuptial Song.

Phylander and Phylenia.

The Farewel to Ingratitude.

Recreation allowed.

But for hope Heart would break.

The Expostulation.

No Reason to be given.

To Scornful Sylvia.

The Green-Sickness Cure.

In praise of Wine.

The Maim'd Debauchee.

Upon his leaving his Mistress.

Upon the view of his Mistress Face in a Glass.

Upon a Drinking Bowle.

An Answer to Ephelia's Letter to Bajazet.

The Town Blade.

[Honour's got in, and keeps her heart]

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To Madam F.

Divinest Thing! whom Heaven made to shew
The very utmost that its Skill cou'd do:
If you had liv'd in ancient Rome, or Greece,
You had had Altars built you long ere this.
Not all the Pow'rs they worship'd, e're-possest
Half of the Merit crouds your Noble Brest.
So Good, so Great, so Brave, so Heavenly Fair;
Princes are proud your Lovely Chains to wear:
So perfect are the Vertues of your Mind,
Not Envy's self, a single Stain can find:
The Vastness of your Gallant Soul doth move
The World to pay an Universal Love.
Yet at an awful Distance they admire;
Beyond a Veneration none aspire.
Oh, may these Blessings have a lasting Date,
And You be safe from all the Strokes of Fate:
My Wish is vain, (and Pray'rs are needless too)
Heav'n is too Just to be Unkind to You.