Female poems on several occasions written by Ephelia.

To Mr. J. G. on his being chosen Steward of his Club, presented with the Laurel.

SIr, by your Merit led, to you I bring A Laurel-wreath, but 'tis too mean a thing For your high VVorth and Parts, which we In vain wou'd Blazon by such Herauldry: For Laurel, Palme, and Olive, may set forth Our Love to you, but not express your worth; VVhich doth exceed these humble types, as far As Titans Rays out shine a twinkling Star: I'le say no more, lest while I make You best, I seem Injurious to all the rest Of this fair Company, who do all by me Chuse you their Steward, and unanimously Intreat your care, to make their Club to be For Honour and Grandure, The Society.