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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

Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish (1624?-1674)

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[Here on this Figure Cast a Glance.]

THE DUKE of NEWCASTLE UPON ALL THE WORKS OF HIS DUCHESS.

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SEVERAL Feigned Stories IN VERSE.

Of the Mournful Widow.

A Description of Diverted Grief.

The Feminine Description.

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A Description of Constancy.

The Marriage-Song.

The Marriage-Song for the Old Duke and the Old Queen's Marriage.

A Marriage-Song of the Queen's Neece.

The Description of the Violence of Love.

Humanity, Despair, and Jealousie, express'd in three Persons.

A Description of Love and Courage.

The Description of the Fondness of Parents, and the Credulity of Youth.

A Single-Life best.

A Description of Natural Affection.

The Surprisal of DEATH.

A Mock-Tale of his Grace the Duke of Newcastle.

The Tale of the Four Seasons of the Year.

An Expression of the Doubts and Curiosity of Man's Mind.

A Description of the Fall of foolish and self-conceited Pride.

A Mock-Tale of the Lord Duke of Newcastle, which his Grace was pleased to say, out of his great Civility, That it would serve for Shadows to set off the rest; He loving Truth so well, that he was never good at telling Tales.

A Description of the Passion of Love misplaced.

A Description of Civil-Warrs.

The Prologue to the Beggars Marriage.

The Duke of Newcastle's Description of the Beggars Marriage.

A Tale of his Grace the Duke of Newcastle, called, The Philosopher's Complaint.

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The Marriage-Song.

Were all the Joys that ever yet were known;
Were all those Joys met, and put into one,
They'd be, than these two Lovers Joys, far less;
Our Lovers height of Joys, none can express:
They've made another Cupid, I am told,
And buri'd the blind Boy that was so old.
Hymen is proud, since Laurel crowns his Brow,
He never made his Triumphs until now.