Song. (Number 4) Poem by Ephelia

1.
You wrong me
Strephon
, when you say,
I'm Jealous or Severe,
Did I not see you Kiss and Play
With all you came anear?
Say, did I ever Chide for this,
Or cast one Jealous Eye
On the bold Nymphs, that snatched my Bliss
While I stood wishing by?

2.
Yet though I never disapproved
This modish Liberty;

I thought in them you only loved,
Change and Variety:
I vainly thought my Charms so strong,
And you so much my Slave,
No Nymph had Pow'r to do me Wrong,
Or break the Chains I gave.
3.
But when you seriously Address,
With all your winning Charms,
Unto a Servile Shepherdess,
I'll throw you from my Arms:

I'd rather choose you should make Love
To every Face you see,
Than
Mopsa's
dull Admirer prove,
And let Her Rival me.