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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Nature's Musick.
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Nature's Musick.
No Musick's better than the Winds do make,If all their several Notes right places take;
The full, the half, the quarter Note they set,
The Tenor, Base, and Treble there are met;
The Northern Wind a strong big Base doth Sing,
The East is Sweet, like a small Treble-string;
The South and West the Tenor's Parts do take,
And so all Joyn'd a fine sweet Consort make;
All that this Musick meets it moves to Dance,
If Bodies yielding be with Compliance;
The Clouds do Dance in Circle hand in hand,
And in the midst the Worldly Ball doth stand;
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Where Cap'ring high they many times do Wrack;
As Men, which venture on the Ropes to Dance,
Oft tumble down, if they too high advance;
Dust doth like Country-clowns no measure keep,
But rudely runs together on a Heap;
Trees Grave and Civil first Bow down their Head
Towards the Earth, then every Leaf out-spread,
And every Twig each other will Salute,
Embracing oft they Kiss each other's Root;
And so all Plants besides, and Flowers gay
Will sweetly Dance, when as the Winds do Play;
But when they're out of Tune, they Discord make,
Disorder all, nothing its place can take,
Untill Apollo with his Beams doth Play,
VVho places all again in the Right way.
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