J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Ephelia (17th Cent.?)Song: You wrong me, Strephon, when you say
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I’m jealous or severe,
Did I not see you kiss and play
With all you came a-near?
Say, did I ever chide for this,
Or cast one jealous eye
On the bold nymphs, that snatch’d my bliss
While I stood wishing by.
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 power to do me wrong,
Or break the chains I gave.
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.