MRS. TAYLORc. 1685
c. 1685
Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth,With all things else that please;He nothing wants but Love and TruthTo ruin me with ease.But he is flint, and bears the artTo kindle fierce desire,Whose pow’r enflames another’s heart,And he ne’re feels the fire.O how it does my soul perplex,When I his charms recall,To think he shou’d despise our sex;Or, what’s worse love ’em all.So that my heart, like Noah’s dove,In vain has sought for rest,Finding no hope to fix my love,Returns into my breast.
Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth,With all things else that please;He nothing wants but Love and TruthTo ruin me with ease.But he is flint, and bears the artTo kindle fierce desire,Whose pow’r enflames another’s heart,And he ne’re feels the fire.O how it does my soul perplex,When I his charms recall,To think he shou’d despise our sex;Or, what’s worse love ’em all.So that my heart, like Noah’s dove,In vain has sought for rest,Finding no hope to fix my love,Returns into my breast.
Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth,With all things else that please;He nothing wants but Love and TruthTo ruin me with ease.
Strephon hath fashion, wit, and youth,
With all things else that please;
He nothing wants but Love and Truth
To ruin me with ease.
But he is flint, and bears the artTo kindle fierce desire,Whose pow’r enflames another’s heart,And he ne’re feels the fire.
But he is flint, and bears the art
To kindle fierce desire,
Whose pow’r enflames another’s heart,
And he ne’re feels the fire.
O how it does my soul perplex,When I his charms recall,To think he shou’d despise our sex;Or, what’s worse love ’em all.
O how it does my soul perplex,
When I his charms recall,
To think he shou’d despise our sex;
Or, what’s worse love ’em all.
So that my heart, like Noah’s dove,In vain has sought for rest,Finding no hope to fix my love,Returns into my breast.
So that my heart, like Noah’s dove,
In vain has sought for rest,
Finding no hope to fix my love,
Returns into my breast.