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Female poems on several occasions written by Ephelia.
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Ephelia, fl. 1679.
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1679
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Wing P2030; ESTC R21721
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Fame o're all the Plain Phylena's Praises rung And on their Oaten Pipes each Swain Her Matchless Beauty sung The Envious Nymphs were forc'd to yield She had the sweetest Face No Emulous Disputes they held But for the second Place 2. Young Celadon whose stubborn Heart No Beauty e're cou'd move But smil'd to hear of Bow and Dart And brav'd the God of Love Wou'd view this Nymph and pleas'd at first Such Silent Charmes to see VVith wonder Gaz'd then Sigh'd and Curst His Curiosity To a Gentleman that had left a Vertuous Lady for a Miss DUll Animal miscall'd a Man for Shame Give o're your foolish tales of Fire and Flame The Nymphs abhor you and your Stories hate Count you a Monster barb'rously Ingrate Your fine sweet Face in which such Pride you take Th' exactness of your clever easie Make Your Charming Meen bewitching Tongue nor yet The fancied Greatness of your boasted Wit Can now the meanest Nymph to Pity move Though once they taught the great Phylena Love Phylena Glory of the Surrey-Plain The envy'd Wish of every hopeless Swain Whose Artless Charms the Proud and Great had brought Upon their Knees th' Old and Morose had taught How to Languish and they that durst not show They were her Lovers silently were so But you alone did of her Conquest boast In that one Prize all Natures Wealth engross't But your insipid Dulness found more Charms More Pleasure in the wanton Flora's Armes With Her you past your hours in idle Prate While poor Phylena unregarded sate Kind heart She wept and gently She Reprov'd Your strange Ingratitude told you you lov'd A Shepherdess that had a sickly Fame And wou'd bring Infamy upon your Name Who can believe With unheard Impudence You own'd your Crime and urg'd in your defence The Nymph sung charmingly was very Witty Gay Brisk had Teeth oh infinitely Pretty Ingenious Lime-twigs to catch Woodcocks on Pretty Ingredients to Dote upon Can you prefer these trivial Toys that are As common as their Owner to the rare Perfections dwell in your Phylena's Breast Things too Divinely Great to be exprest Her Vertues though her Beauty shou'd decay Might Charm the World and make Mankind obey Degen'rous Man break this ignoble Chain That dims your Lustre does your Honour stain Or you 'l be judg'd for all your vain Pretences Not only to have lost your Wits but Sences SONG 1. EPhelia while her Flocks were fair Was sought by ev'ry Swain The Shepherds knew no other care Than how her Love to gain In Rural Gifts they vainly strove Each other to Out-vie Fondly imagining her Love They might with Presents buy 2 But she did every Gist despise And ev'ry Shepherd hate Till Strephon came whose Killing Eyes Was ev'ry Womans Fate A while alas She vainly strove The Bleeding Wound to hide But soon with Pain cry'd out I Love In spight of all my Pride 3. The Wolves might now at pleasure Prey On her desenceless Sheep Her Lambs o're all the Plain did stray None in the Fold would keep But she regardless of these Harms In Pastimes spent the Day Or in her faithless Strephons Arms Dissolv'd in Pleasures lay 4. But as Her num'rous Flocks decay'd His Passion did so too Till for a Smile the easie Maid Was forc'd with Tears to woe But being Shrunk from few to none He left the Nymph forlorn Derided now by every one That she did lately scorn Fortune Mistaken THough Fortune have so far from me remov'd All that I wish or all I ever lov'd And Rob'd our Europe of its chief Delight To bless the Africk world with Strephons Sight There with a Lady Beauteous Rich and Young Kind Witty Vertuous the best Born among The Africk Maids presents this happy Swain Not to oblige Him but to give Me Pain Then to my Ears by tattling Fame conveys The Tale with large Additions and to raise My Anger higher tells me 't is design'd That Hymens Rites their hands and hearts must bind Now She believes my Business done and I At the dire News wou'd fetch a Sigh and Die But She 's deceiv'd I in my Strephon grow And if he 's happy I must needs be so Or if Fate cou'd our Interests disjoyn At his good Fortune I shou'd ne're Repine Though 't were my Ruin but I exulte to hear Insulting Mopsa I no more shall fear No more he 'l smile upon that ugly Witch In that one Thought I 'm Happy Great and Rich And blind Dame Fortune meaning to Destroy Has fill'd my Soul with Extasies of Joy To Him I love She 's given a happy Fate And quite destroy'd and ruin'd Her I hate To J. G. on the News of his Marriage MY Love alas I must not call you Mine But to your envy'd Bride that Name resign I must forget your lovely melting Charms And be for ever Banisht from your Arms For ever oh the Horror of that Sound It gives my bleeding Heart a deadly wound VVhile I might hope although my Hope was vain It gave some Ease to my unpitty'd Pain But now your Hymen doth all Hope exclude And but to think is Sin yet you intrude On every Thought if I but close my Eyes Methinks your pleasing Form besides me lies VVith every Sigh I gently breath your Name Yet no ill Thoughts pollute my hallow'd Flame 'T is pure and harmless as a Lambent Fire And never mingled with a warm Desire All I have now to ask of Bounteous Heaven Is that your Perjuries may be forgiven That She who you have with your Nuptials blest As She 's the Happiest VVife may prove the Best That all our Joys may light on you alone Then I can be contented to have none And never wish that you shou'd Kinder be Than now and then to cast a Thought on Me And Madam though the Conquest you have won Over my Strephon has my hopes undone I 'le daily beg of Heaven he may be Kinder to You than he has been to Me. To Damon Gay Fop that know'st no higher Flights than Sense What was it gave thee so much Impudence T' attempt the violation of a Shrine That lodg'd a Soul so Sacred so Divine Her lovely Face might teach thee to Adore But cou'd not tempt thee to a loose Amour Such charming goodness in her Eyes appear Might strike a Satyr with an awful Fear But thou less humane and more wild than they Thy impious Passion durst before her lay Sweet Innocence how she amazed stood To hear such Tales how her affrighted blood Flush'd in her Face and then recoyl'd again To hear discourse so horridly Prophane She look'd such things might teach thee to despair Dissolve thy Being fright thee into Air But thy unpar'llel'd boldness durst despise The Sacred Lightning that flasht from her Eyes And by a second Guilt durst tempt her Tongue To thunder Vengeance on thee for her Wrong Impious Criminal for this Offence Heaven hardly will accept of Penitence In tempting of her Vertue know that you Have done more than
sway And fled to Heaven while Man did Gold obey Now Money reign'd in chief and sottish Man A slavish servitude to Wealth began Kingdomes to Rule and Princes to Advise Men fondly chose the Rich and not the Wise All lov'd the Man that had a good Estate And Poverty was cause enough to Hate The Rich might all things do and Plaudits have For his worst Acts but scarce the Poor cou'd save His best from Censure now it might be said Wealth hid more Faults than ever Folly made A Friend though heretofore a Sacred Name Now nothing but an empty Sound became For as Mens Riches did or Ebb or Flow So less or more their Friends did kindness show Honour that flew such noble Flights before VVith gen'rous Pinions now no more cou'd soare Such Hights but check'd to stoon did not difdain T' a gilded Lure and ware a Golden Chain Beauty that all Men did for Heavenly hold Forgot its worth and sold its self for Gold Nay Love though more Divine than all the rest Became a Mercenary or at best A mingled Compound of desire and wealth If any's better 't must be had by Stealth Marriage is Love and Joynture mixt together And yet sometimes it happens that there 's neither But VVit this glorious trifle did disdain VVealth strove to make it yield but all in vain More noble Objeâ—ts gen'rous VVit did chuse To employ its Thoughts and did this Trash refuse VVealth threatn'd VVit it ever shou'd be Poor Yet VVit the Golden Calf wou'd not adore So when both saw their Labour was in vain They vow'd to part and never meet again Song 1. RAnging the Plain one Summers Night To pass a vacant hour I fortunately chanc'd to light On lovely Phillis bow'r The Nymph adorn'd with Thousand Charms In expectation fate To meet such joys in Sprephon's Armes As Tongue can ne're Relate 2. Upon her hand She lean'd her Head Her Breasts did gently rise And every Lover might have read Her wishes in her Eyes With every breath that mov'd the Trees She suddainly wou'd Start A Cold on all her Body seiz'd A Trembling on her Heart 3. But He that knew how well she Lov'd Beyond his Hour had staid Which both with Fear and Anger mov'd The Melancholick Maid You Gods she said how oft he Swore He wou'd be hear by One And now alas 'T is Six and more And yet He is not come Loves Cruelty or the Prayer SPeak cruel Love what is 't thou dost intend Oh! tell me have thy Tyrannies no end Tho to thy Pow'r I have a Rebel bin May not Repentance expiate my Sin Oh! long e're this if I had injur'd Heaven So true a Convert it wou'd have forgiven Four times the Sun his Yearly Race hath run Since first my Heart was by my Eyes undone In all which time thou scarce hast been so kind To give one Minutes Quiet to my mind Thou takest from me the Rellish of Delights My Days no Pleasure know no Sleep my Nights With wandring thoughts each Pray'r thou dost prophane I offer to my God and mak'st them vain Sometimes with Books I wou'd divert my mind But nothing there but J's and G's I find Sometimes to ease my Grief my Pen I take But it no Letters but J G will make I seek Diversion in Company But my discourse great Love is all of Thee In Sighs and Sobs I Languish out the Night And all the day in Tears I drown my Sight Yet I no pity can from thee obtain Thou 'lt neither Cure nor mitigate my Pain Mercyless Tyrant Since thou wilt not Save Quickly Destroy and send me to my Grave The Reply by a Friend WHat Pray'r incessant to my Ears does fly What proud Presumption me of Tyranny Accuseth can Love whose pow're is so Great Be taxed with Ingratitude or Hate Fond Girle sorbear and know that your Dispair Is want of Courage cou'd you once but dare Your Victor and my Vassal you shou'd see How Heav'n wou'd punish his inconstancy But while your Hope on his fond Vows relies And thinks Heaven minds those little Perjuries You quit the greater Pow'r that you may claime By Beauty's Conquest the loss of it 's your Shame When first to you he his Addresses made Smiles gave him Life your frowns strike him Dead But Viper like being in your Bosom warm'd And his chill'd Soul being into Action charm'd By th' Influence of your Beams he straight denies What gave his Love a Life and from it flies From such a Rebel as from Plagues I 'de run 'Twixt Love and Hate is no comparison Nor is he worth your Anger or your Scorn Do but forget that ever he was Born You can't believe the Gods would e're create Ingratitude that Quintessence of Hate Think him a Spectrum that had only Shape Without Substance and Love did onely Ape Then reassume that Pow'r that Nature's Law Gives to your Sex be Wise keep Slaves in Awe Be generous in Love Love not in vain 'T is base to Love where we 're not Lov'd again To J. G. TEll me you Hate and Flatter me no more By Heaven I do not wish you shou'd adore With humbler Blessings I content can be I only beg that you would pity me In as much Silence as I first design'd To bear the Raging Torture of my Mind For when your Eyes first made my Heart your Slave I thought t' have hid my Fetters in my Grave Heaven witness for me that I strove to hide My violent Love and my fond Eyes did chide For glancing at thee and my Blushes hid With as much care as ever Virgin did And though I languish'd in the greatest pain That e're despairing Lover did sustain I ne're in publick did let fall a Tear Nor breath'd a Sigh i' th' reach of any Ear Yet I in private drew no Breath but Sighs And Show'rs of Tears fell from my wretched Eyes The Lillies left my Front the Rose my Cheeks My Nights were spent in Sobs and suddain Shreeks I felt my strength Insensibly decay'd And Death aproach but ah then you convey'd Soft Am'rous tales into my listning Ears And gentle Vows and well becoming Tears Then deeper Oaths nor e're your Seige remov'd 'Till I confest my Flame and own'd I lov'd Your kinder Smiles had rais'd my Flames so high That all at Distance might the Fire Discry I took no care my Passion to suppress Nor hide the Love I thought I did possess But ah too late I find your Love was such As Gallants pay in course or scarce so much You Shun my sight you feed me with delays You slight affront a Thousand several ways You doe Torment with Study'd Cruelty And yet alternately you Flatter me Oh! if you Love not plainly say you hate And give my Miseries a shorter date 'T is kinder than to Linger out my Fate And yet I cou'd with less regret have Dy'd A Victime to your Coldness than your Pride Song 1. BEneath a spreading Willows shade Ephelia a harmless Maide