Who made love to me, Imagin'd more than woman. And let me call thee, Lovely Charming Youth. And without Blushes I the Youth persue, When so much beauteous Woman is in view. Against thy Charms we struggle but in vain With thy deluding Form thou giv'st us pain, While the bright Nymph betrays us to the Swain. For who, that gathers fairest Flowers believes A Snake lies hid beneath the Fragrant Leaves.
Passions do extend The Love to Hermes, Aphrodite the Friend.
From Moonstruck Drama Bookstore. The Aphra Behn Page , an exploration of Behn with chronology and articles. Aphra Behn and Her Pen , a play by Karen Eterovic, using the words of Aphra Behn.