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To Marcella.
1 In this so wanton and debaucht an Age,
2 We come to find out Virtue on the Stage;
3 By a promiscuous Choice it can't be done,
4 Our nicer Fate compels to You alone.
5 You, who's triumphant Virtue doth declare,
6 That Women can withstand the fatal Snare
7 Of vast Temptation, when she's Young and Fair.
8 In you the ancient Miracle we see,
9 (Tho' here we can boast but of One to Three)
[Page 57]10 Unhurt amidst the mighty Flames you move,
11 The wond'ring Gazers only Martyrs prove;
12 Of all your Sex Great Albion must prefer
13 You the chast Lucrece of her Theater.
14 Ye yielding Nymphs now you have no excuse,
15 Nor blame the Beaus you did your Honour lose;
16 For your Defence your softness is exprest
17 With (oh such Charms! no Woman can resist).
18 Yes Woman can in this fair Maid we see,
19 Contempt of all their Love and Gallantry;
20 Wit, Youth and Beauty, does this Lady bless,
21 She's made for Love and fitted for Address:
22 While Crowds of Slaves ly sighing at her Feet,
23 She bravely scorns what you would run to meet.
24 Among them all doubtless there's more than One,
25 Charming as those by whom you were undone:
26 The Soft, the Gay, the Great, the knowing Man,
27 Have try'd all ways Wit, Wealth, or Passion can,
28 To gain this Fair who still her Heart secures,
29 Unmov'd she stands, slights all their soft Amours,
30 What would you give the Scene of Love were yours?
31 I know your Spite imputes it to her Pride,
32 Be't what it will her Honours justify'd:
33 Her Virtue is the greater Miracle,
34 To stand with that by which the Angels fell.
[Page 58]35 Hail, lovely Maid, who contradicts the times,
36 Your Virtue wears a Vail like others Crimes:
37 How do your Eyes and Tongue bely your Heart,
38 When languishing you play the amorous part,
39 And softly fold your seeming loving Arms,
40 And speak and look a thousand killing Charms?
41 Fair, soft Deceiver, oh! were I the Men,
42 I'd give the World you was in earnest then;
43 Your pleas'd Spectators with such Joys you bless,
44 They wish your Virtues or your Charms were less.
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Author: Sarah Fyge Egerton
Themes:
theatre
Genres:
heroic couplet
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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. 56-58. [20],117,[3],15,[1]p.; 8⁰. (ESTC T125148) (Page images digitized from a copy in the Bodleian Library [280 e.4058].)
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Other works by Sarah Fyge Egerton
- The Advice. ()
- At my leaving Cambridge August the 14th, Extempore. ()
- Delia to Phraartes on his mistake of three Ladies writing to him. ()
- Delia to Phraartes on his Playing Cæsar Borgia. ()
- The Emulation. ()
- Erato the Amorous Muse on the Death of John Dryden, Esq. ()
- Euterpe: The Lyrick Muse, On the Death of John Dryden, Esq; An ODE. ()
- The Extacy. ()
- The Fatality. ()
- The Fate. ()
- THE Female Advocate, OR, An Answer to a late Satyr against the Pride, Lust and Inconstancy, &c. of Woman. ()
- The fond Shepherdess. A PASTORAL. ()
- The Gratitude. ()
- The Invocation. ()
- The Liberty. ()
- Love. ()
- An occasional Copy, in Answer to Mr. Joshua Barns, Extempore. ()
- An Ode on the Death of Mr. Dryden. ()
- On a Gentleman and his Wife visiting a Lady. He sleeping the while. Extempore. Spoke by Morpheus. ()
- On a Sermon Preach'd Sept. the 6th, 1697. on these Words, You have sold your selves for Nought. ()
- On Atheism. ()
- On being —— tax'd with Symony. ()
- On Friendship. ()
- On my leaving London, June the 29. ()
- On my leaving S—y. ()
- On my wedding Day. ()
- On the Author of Religion by Reason, or the Light of Nature a Guide to Divine Truth. ()
- On the death of dear Statyra. ()
- On the Death of William III, King of England. ()
- On the Honourable Robert Boyl's, Notion of Nature. ()
- The Platonick. ()
- The Power of Love. ()
- The Repulse to Alcander. ()
- The Retreat. ()
- Satyr against the Muses. ()
- Song on Madam S—. ()
- A SONG. ()
- A SONG. ()
- A SONG. ()
- A SONG. ()
- A SONG. ()
- Terpsichore: A Lyrick Muse, On the Death of John Dryden, Esq; extempore. ()
- To Alexis, on his absence. ()
- To Clarona drawing Alexis's Picture and presenting it to me. ()
- To Marina. ()
- To Mr. Norris, on his Idea of Happiness. ()
- To Mr. Yalden, on his Temple of Fame, Extempore. ()
- To my much valu'd Friend Moneses. ()
- To N. Tate, Esq; on his Poem on the Queen's Picture, Drawn by Closterman. ()
- To one who in Love, set a Figure. ()
- To One who said I must not Love. ()
- To Orabella, Marry'd to an old Man. ()
- To Philaster. ()
- To the Lady Cambell, with a Female Advocate. ()
- To the Queen. ()
- To Thyrsis on his Pastoral to Mr. Creech. ()
- The Vision. ()