Song by Mrs. Taylor

Ye virgin powers, defend my heart
From amorous looks and smiles,
From saucy Love, or nicer Art,
Which most our sex beguiles:

From sighs and vows, from awful fears
That do to Pity move,
From speaking silence, and from tears,
Those springs that water Love.

But if through Passion I grow blind,
Let Honour be my guide,
And where frail nature seems inclin’d,
There fix a guard of Pride.

A heart whose flames are seen though pure,
Needs every virtue’s aid,
And those who think themselves secure,
The soonest are betray’d.

From: Rowton, Frederic (ed.), The Female Poets of Great Britain, Chronologically Arranged: With Copious Selections and Critical Notes, 1849, Carey and Hart: Philadelphia, p. 90.

Date: 1685

By: Mrs. Taylor (fl. 1685)

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