The Fate. 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. 49-50. [20],117,[3],15,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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The Fate . Tell me ye partial Power that wound our Hearts Why strike ye not with sympathizing Darts ? Let Nymph and Swain be warm'd with equal Fires , Not thus half-link Aversion and Desires . Sure you delight to see us fondly crave Those Joys , some other thankless Wretch must have . Thus Love the sacred source of Unions crost , And we perplex'd with what should please us most . I would not rashly your Decrees prophane , But am too much concern'd not to complain . The wealthy Strephon's panting at my Feet , Tis I alone , that can his Joys compleat . Yet with proud Scorn his dying Sighs repay , Find all my Softness forc'd another way . In gay Exalis centure all my Bliss , Nor have a Thought but what's intirely his : Careless of me , he does for Cloe pine , Who slights him ; and to Damon does resign . Thus Strephon for Larinda almost dies , But she can only soft Exalis prize , He dotes on Cloe , she for Damon sighs . Gods ! tis too hard all Love yet all must part , By some nice Touch turn every other Heart ; But if too cruel to redress us all , To my Exalis let your Blessing fall . On Cloe or Larinda the Change must be , Grant I may please like her , or else she love like me ; For either way will ease my grateful Breast , So our Exalis will but think he's blest .