Archive for January 23rd, 2014

Thursday, 23 January 2014

Ode by Elizabeth Taylor Wythens Colepeper

Ah poor Olinda, never boast
Of Charms that have thy Freedom cost,
They threw at Hearts, and thine was lost.

Yet let none thy Ruin blame,
His Wit first blew thee to a Flame,
And fann’d it with the Wings of Fame!

ln vain I do his Person shun,
I cannot from his Glory run,
‘Tis universal as the Sun!

In Crouds, his Praises fill my Ear!
Alone, his Genius does appear!
He like a God, is e’ery where!

From: Manley, Delariveiere, Secret Memoirs and Manners of Several Persons of Quality, of Both Sexes from the New Tlantis, Island in the Mediteranean; Written Originally in Italian, Volume 2, 1736, J. Watson: London, pp. 257-258.

Date: 1709

By: Elizabeth Taylor Wythens Colepeper (before 1670-1708)