To Philaster. Sarah Fyge Egerton 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. T125148 Egerton, Sarah Fyge, 1668-1723. Poems on Several Occasions, Together with a Pastoral. By Mrs. S. F. [poems only] London printed, and are to be sold by J. Nutt, near Stationers-Hall 1703 pp. 34-35. [20],117,[3],15,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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To Philaster . Go perjur'd Youth and court what Nymph you please , Your Passion now is but a dull Disease , With worn-out Sighs deceive some list'ning Ear , Who longs to know how 'tis and what Men swear , She'l think they'r new from you ; 'cause so to her . Poor cousin'd Fool , she ne'er can know the Charms Of being first encircled in thy Arms . When all Love's Joys were innocent and gay , As fresh and blooming as the new-born day . Your Charms did then with native Sweetness flow , The forc'd-kind Complaisance you now bestow , Is but a false agreeable Design , But you had Innocence when you were mine , And all your Words , and Smiles , and Looks divine . How Proud , methinks , thy Mistriss does appear In sully'd Cloths , which I'd no longer wear ; Her Bosom too with wither'd Flowers drest , Which lost their Sweets in my first chosen Breast ; Perjur'd imposing Youth , cheat who you will , Supply defect of Truth with amorous Skill ; Yet thy Address must needs insipid be , For the first Ardour of thy Soul was all possess'd by me