A Farewel to LOVE. Elizabeth Rowe (née Singer) Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. R7317 A57734 Rowe, Elizabeth Singer, 1674-1737. Poems on several occasions. Written by Philomela. London Printed for John Dunton at the Raven in Jewen-street 1696 pp. 65-69. [24],72,69,[11]p.; 8⁰

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A Farewel to LOVE . WEll , since in spight of all that Love can do , The dangerous steps of Honour thoul't pursue , I'll just grow Wise and Philosophick too : I'll bid these tender silly things Farewel ; And Love , with thy great Antidote , expel : I'll tread the same Ambitious Paths with thee , And Glory too shall be my Deity . And now I'll once release my Train of Fools , In Sheer good Nature to the Loving Souls ; For Pity's-sake at last I'll set at rights The vain conceits of the presumptuous Wights : For tho' I shake off Therons Chains , yet he Is all that e'er deserv'd a Smile from me . But he's unjust , and false ; and I a part Would not accept , tho' of a MONARCH's heart . And therefore flattering hopes , and wishes too , With all Loves soft Concomitants , adieu : No more to its Imperious Yoke I'll bow ; Pride and Resentment fortify me now . My Inclinations are reverst ; nor can I but abhor the Slavery of Man , How e'er the empty Lords of Nature boast O're me , their Fond Prerogative is lost : For , Uncontroul'd , I thus resolve to rove , And hear no more of Hymen , or of Love : No more such Wild Fantastick things shall Charm : My Breast ; nor these Serener Thoughts Alarm . No more for Farce ; I'll make a Lover Creep , And look as Scurvy as if he had bit a Sheep . Nor with Dissembled Smiles indulge the Fops , In pure Revenge to their Audacious hopes ; Tho' at my Feet a thousand Victims lay , I'd proudly spurn the Whining Slaves away . Deaf , as the Winds , or Theron , would I prove , And hear no more of Hymen , or of Love . Like bright Diana now I'll range the Woods , And haunt the silent Shades and silver Floods I'll find out the Remotest Paths I can , To shun th' Offensive , Hated Face of Man . Where I'll Indulge my Liberty and Bliss , And no Endimyon shall obtain a Kiss . Now , Cupid , Mourn ; the inlargement of my fate Thou'st lost a Politician in thy State : I could have taught thee , hadst thou lost thy Arms , To fool the World with more delusive Charms : I could have made thy Taper burn more bright , And wing thy Shafts with an unerring flight : 'Twas I directed that successful dart , That found its way to the Great —'s heart : 'Twas I that made the lovely Fl—n bow , A proud contemner of thy Laws , till now ; I Sung thy Power , and Inspir'd the Swains , Or thou hadst been no Deity on the Plains , Yet think no more my freedom to surprize , Which nothing can controul but Theron's eyes ; And every flattering Smile , and every Grace , With all the Air of that Bewitching Face , My Pride and Resolutions may deface : For from those eyes for ever I'll remove , To shun the Sight of what I would not love : And then , tho every Cyclop stretcht his Art , To form the little angry God a dart , I'll yet defy his rage to touch my Heart : For tho my years compel me to disdain , Of the false Charmer meanly to complain ; 'Tis yet some satisfaction to my Mind , I for his sake abandon all Mankind . My Prouder Muse , to love no more a slave , Shall Sing the Gust , the Fortunate and Brave , And twine her Promis'd Wreaths for Theron's Brow , The Hero , not the faithless Lover now . More Blooming Glories mayst thou still acquire , And urge my Breast with a more active fire . May New Successes wait upon thy Sword , And deathless Honour all thy Acts record . May all thou dost thy Character compleat ; And , like thy self , be loyal still and great : Whilst in an equal Orb as free I move , And think no more of Hymen , or of Love .