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Tixall Poetry.
Ephelia.
How farre are they deceav'd, who hope in vaine,
A lasting lease of ioyes from love to obtaine!
All the dear sweets we promise, or expect,
After enioyment turn to cold neglect.
Could love a constant happiness have known,
The mighty wonder had in me bin shown.
Our passions were so favored by fate,
As if she meant them an eternall date.
So kind he lookt, such tender words he spoke,
'Twas past beliefe such vows should ere be broke.
Fixt on my eyes, how often would he say,
He could with pleasure gaze an age away.
When thoughts too great for words had made him mute,
In kisses he would tell my hand his sute.
So feirse his passion was, so far above
The common gallantries that pass for love,
At worst, I thought, if he unkind should prove,
A lasting lease of ioyes from love to obtaine!
All the dear sweets we promise, or expect,
After enioyment turn to cold neglect.
Could love a constant happiness have known,
The mighty wonder had in me bin shown.
Our passions were so favored by fate,
As if she meant them an eternall date.
So kind he lookt, such tender words he spoke,
'Twas past beliefe such vows should ere be broke.
Fixt on my eyes, how often would he say,
He could with pleasure gaze an age away.
When thoughts too great for words had made him mute,
In kisses he would tell my hand his sute.
So feirse his passion was, so far above
The common gallantries that pass for love,
At worst, I thought, if he unkind should prove,
