Sarah Fyge

(1670 - 1723 / England)

Poems of Sarah Fyge

1. The Emulation 1/1/2004
2. The Repulse to Alcander 1/1/2004
3. To Philaster 1/1/2004

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'll think they're 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.

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