| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921. | | | | Mocked in Anger | | By ‘Ephelia’ (17th Cent.?) |
| | | FAREWELL, ungrateful man, sail to some land, | |
| Where treachery and ingratitude command; | |
| There meet with all the plagues that man can bear, | |
| And be as wretched as I’m happy here. | |
| ’Twere vain to wish that Heav’n would punish thee, | 5 |
| ’Twere vain to invocate the wind and sea, | |
| To fright thee with rude storms, for surely Fate | |
| Without a wish, will punish the ingrate. | |
| Its justice and thy crimes Heav’n so well knows, | |
| That all its creatures it will make thy foes | 10 |
| (If they’re not so already), but none can | |
| Love such a worthless, such a sordid man; | |
| And though we’ve now no public enemies, | |
| And you’re too strong for private piracies, | |
| Yet is the vessel in more danger far, | 15 |
| Than when with all our neighbours we had war: | |
| For all that know what guest it doth contain, | |
| Will strive to fire or sink it in the main. | |
| Plagued for thy sake, they all will reckon thee | |
| The Achan, or accursèd thing to be. | 20 | | | |
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