Poems, and phancies written By the Thrice Noble, Illustrious, And Excellent Princess The Lady Marchioness of Newcastle [i.e. Margaret Cavendish]. The Second Impression, much Altered and Corrected |
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A Dialogue betwixt Joy and Discretion.
Joy.Give me some Musick, that my Spirits may
Dance a fair Galliard whilst Delight doth play;
Let every Voice sing out, both Loud and Shril,
And every Tongue run too, what way it will:
For Fear is gone away with her Pale Face,
And Pain is Banish't out of every place.
Discre.
O Joy, take Moderation by the hand,
Or else you'l be so Drunk as hardly stand;
Your Tongue doth run so fast, no time can keep,
High as a Mountain many Words you heap.
Your Thoughts in Multitudes the Brain do throng,
That Reason is cast down and must go wrong.
Joy.
O wise Discretion, do not angry grow,
Great Dangerous Fears, alas! you do not know;
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For Fear's a string, binds hard, but when once crack't,
Spirits get Liberty and Run about,
VVhich being stopt do suddenly burst out,
And to Recover what they had before,
VVhen once unti'd, take Liberty the more;
Like VVater that is Pen't, when't passage finds,
Breaks out in Fury, like the Northern winds;
VVhat gathers on a Heap, so strong doth grow,
That when 'tis Loose it doth far swifter go.
But, dear Discretion, do not with me Scold,
Whilst you do feel great Fears, your Tongue pray hold;
For Joy cannot contain it Self in rest,
It never leaves untill it be exprest.
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