The Ʋsurpers.
I.
USurping Passions held a long Contest
For the supream Dominion of my Breast;
But whilst in mutual Broyls the Tyrants rag'd
Whoever by the Battel gain'd,
I still the certain loss sustain'd;
Poems written on several occasions by N. Tate.
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- Title
- Poems written on several occasions by N. Tate.
- Author
- Tate, Nahum, 1652-1715.
- Publication
- London :: Printed for B. Tooke ...,
- 1684.
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- Occasional verse, English.
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For they ne'er fail'd as oft as they engag'd,
To waste the Province where the War was wag'd.
II.
Whilst such wild Havock in my Breast was made,
Reason first came to tender me his Aid;
And sure with that most potent Prince ally'd,
Had I but play'd the Man i'th' Fight,
My Passions had been put to flight.
But I not only to assist deny'd;
But treacherously fell to th' Enemy's side.
III.
Then from the Powers of Love redress I crav'd;
But was by that Allyance worse enslav'd:
For tho Loves Forces quickly did degrade
These proud Usurpers of my Breast,
Yet was I not hereby redrest,
For Love himself prov'd false, when Victor made,
And seiz'd the Province which he came to aid.
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IV.
But heavier now the Bondage I sustain,
Then during my tumultuous Passions Reign.
'Twere now no small Presumption to implore
Indulgent Fates to set me free,
As in my Native Liberty.
Those Hopes are vanisht, let them but restore
My former Tyrants, I demand no more.