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A FAREWEL TO LOVE by ELIZABETH SINGER

First Line: WELL, SINCE IN SPIGHT OF ALL THAT LOVE CAN DO
Last Line: AND THINK NO MORE OF HYMEN, OR OF LOVE.
Subject(s): LOVE - LOSS OF; MUSES;
Well, since in spight of all that Love can do,
The dangerous steps of Honour thoul't pursue,
@3I'll just grow Wise and Philosophick too:@1
I'll bid these tender silly things Farewel;
And Love, with thy great Antidote, expel:
I'll tread the same Ambitious Paths with thee,
@3And Glory too shall be my Deity.@1
And now I'll once release my Train of Fools,
In @3Sheer good@1 Nature to the Loving Souls;
For Pity's-sake at last I'll set at rights
The vain conceits of the presumptuous Wights:
For tho' I shake off @3Therons@1 Chains, yet he
Is all that e'er deserv'd a Smile from me.
But he's unjust, and false; and I a part
Would not accept, who' of @3a Monarch's@1 heart.
And therefore flattering hopes, and wishes too,
With all Loves soft Concomitants, adieu:
No more to its Imperious Yoke I'll bow;
@3Pride and Resentment@1 fortify me now.
My Inclinations are reverst; nor can
I but abhor the Slavery of Man,
How e'er the @3empty Lords of Nature boast@1
O're me, their Fond Prerogative is lost:
For, Uncontroul'd, I thus resolve to rove,
And hear no more of @3Hymen@1, or of @3Love@1:
No more such Wild Fantastick things shall Charm:
My Breast; nor these Serener Thoughts Alarm.
No more for Farce; I'll make a Lover Creep,
And look as Scurvy as if he had bit a Sheep.
Nor with Dissembled Smiles indulge the Fops,
In pure Revenge to their Audacious hopes;
Tho' at my Feet a thousand Victims lay,
I'd proudly spurn the Whining Slaves away.
Deaf, as the Winds, or @3Theron@1, would I prove,
@3And hear no more of@1 Hymen, @3or of Love@1.
Like bright @3Diana@1 now I'll range the Woods,
And haunt the silent Shades and silver Floods.
I'll find out the Remotest Paths I can,
To shun th'Offensive, Hated Face of Man.
Where I'll Indulge my Liberty and Bliss,
And no @3Endimyon@1 shall obtain a Kiss.
Now, @3Cupid, Mourn;@1 the inlargement of my fate,
@3Thou'st lost a Politician in thy State@1:
I could have taught thee, hadst thou lost thy Arms,
To fool the World with more delusive Charms:
I could have made thy Taper burn more bright,
And wing thy Shafts with an unerring flight:
'Twas I directed that successful dart,
That found its way to the @3Great ------'s heart@1:
'Twas I that made the lovely @3Fl-----n@1 bow,
A proud contemner of thy Laws, till now;
I sung thy Power, and Inspir'd the Swains,
Or thou hadst been no Deity on the Plains,
Yet think no more my freedom to surprize,
Which nothing can controul but @3Theron@1's @3eyes@1;
And every flattering Smile, and every Grace,
With all the Air of that Bewitching Face,
My Pride and Resolutions may deface:
For from those eyes for ever I'll remove,
To shun the Sight of what I would not love:
And then, tho every @3Cyclop@1 stretcht his Art,
To form the little angry God a dart,
I'll yet defy his rage to touch my Heart:
For tho my years compel me to disdain,
Of the false Charmer meanly to complain;
'Tis yet some satisfaction to my Mind,
@3I for his sake abandon all Mankind.@1
My Prouder Muse, to love no more a slave,
Shall Sing the Gust, the Fortunate and Brave,
And twine her @3Promis'd Wreaths@1 for @3Theron@1's @3Brow@1,
The @3Hero@1, not the faithless @3Lover@1 now.
More Blooming Glories mayst thou still acquire,
And urge my Breast with a more active fire.
May New Successes wait upon thy Sword,
And deathless Honour all thy Acts record.
May all thou dost thy Character compleat;
@3And, like thy self, be loyal still and great@1:
Whilst in an equal Orb as free I move,
And think no more of @3Hymen@1, or of @3Love@1.



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