Poetical recreations consisting of original poems, songs, odes, &c. with several new translations : in two parts
Barker, Jane.

To my Unkind STREPHON.

WHen last I saw thee, thou did'st seem so kind,
Thy Friendship & thy Mirth so unconsin'd;
Thy Mind serene, Angelical thy Face,
Wit and good humour ev'ry part did grace;
That nought unkind appear'd to my dull sence,
To cloud the Glories of Love's Excellence.
Thus e're the Sun his leave of us he takes,
Behind the Trees a glorious Landskip makes;
So in thy Mien those Glories did appear,
To shew it seems Friendship was setting there:
But now't's obscured, whether it descends
Into the Ocean of more worthy Friends;
Page  35Or that it do's to State or bus'ness move,
Those Regions of th' Antipodes of Love,
I know not, only it withdraws its light,
Exposing of our Microcosm to night:
A night all clad in Sorrows, thickest Air,
Yet no less cold than those that are most clear:
But as when heat by cold contracted is,
Grows stronger by its Antiperistasis;
So shall my Passion in this frigid state
Grow strong in fervent love, or torrid hate;
But should I frown, or scorn, or hate, 'twould be
But laughter and divertisement to thee:
Then be thou still unkind, I am resolv'd
I'th' like unkindness ne'er to be involv'd;
But those whom Frowns and Anger cannot move,
It is but just to persecute with Love,
Like good Old Romans, although banish'd I
Shall still retain my first integrity.
But what should make thee thus to banish me,
Who always did do, and will honour thee;
Unless thou'rt like those jealous Romans grown,
And falsly fear I should erect a Throne
Within thy Breast, and absolutely prove
My self the mighty Monarch of thy Love:
Page  36No sure, thy Iudgment never could be wrought,
To think that I should harbour such a thought;
Thou could'st not think I aim'd at such a state,
Who in thy Breast had no confederate;
Nor Worth wherewith the *Nobles to engage,
Nor Wealth to stifle the Plebeian Rage:
Nor had I Troops of Beauties at Command,
For Grief long since those Forces did disband:
Besides, thou know'st I always did despise,
In Love, those Arbitrary tyrannies:
Nor do I less abhor the Vulgar croud
Of sordid Passions, which can bawl so loud
For Liberty, that they thereby may grace
Pride, Lust, or Av'rice, with a Tribune's place;
But might I chuse, Love's Regiment should be,
By Friendship's noble Aristocracy.
But now, alas, Love's Powers are all deprest,
By th' pow'rfull Anarchy of Interest:
But although Hell and Earth therein combin'd,
I little thought what now too well I find,
That ever Strephon could have been unkind.