Natures Picture Drawn by Fancies Pencil To the Life Being several Feigned Stories, Comical, Tragical, Tragi-comical, Poetical, Romancical, Philosophical, Historical, and Moral: Some in Verse, some in Prose; some Mixt, and some by Dialogues. Written by the Thrice Noble, Illustrious, and most Excellent Princess, The Duchess of Newcastle [i.e. Margaret Cavendish]. The Second Edition |
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A Man in love was with a Lady fair,
And for her sake would curl, perfume his Hair.
Professions thousands unto her did make,
And swore for her a Pilgrimage would take.
I swear, said he, Truth shall for me be bound,
Constant to be, whilst Life in me is found.
With all his Rivals he would Quarrels make;
In Duels fought he often for her sake.
It chanc'd this Lady sick was, like to dye
Of the Small-Pox, Beauty's great Enemy.
When she was well, her Beauty decay'd quite,
He did forsake her, and her Friendship slight;
Excuses made, her did not often see,
Then asked leave a Traveller to be.
And thus, poor Lady, when her Beauty's gone,
Without her Lover she may sit alone.
And for her sake would curl, perfume his Hair.
Professions thousands unto her did make,
And swore for her a Pilgrimage would take.
I swear, said he, Truth shall for me be bound,
Constant to be, whilst Life in me is found.
With all his Rivals he would Quarrels make;
In Duels fought he often for her sake.
It chanc'd this Lady sick was, like to dye
Of the Small-Pox, Beauty's great Enemy.
When she was well, her Beauty decay'd quite,
He did forsake her, and her Friendship slight;
Excuses made, her did not often see,
Then asked leave a Traveller to be.
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Without her Lover she may sit alone.
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