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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

Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish (1624?-1674)

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TO THE LADY MARCHIONESS OF NEWCASTLE, On Her Book of POEMS.

TO SIR CHARLS CAVENDISH, My Noble Brother-in-Law.

[But at all other things let Fancy fly]

The Poetresses hasty Resolution.

The Poetresses Petition.

An Apology for Writing so much upon this Book.

II.

III.

IV.

UPON THE THEAM OF LOVE.

The Brain compar'd to the Elysium.

A Description of a Shepherds, and Shepherdesses Life.

The Allegory of Shepherds is too Mean for Noble Persons.

The House of Shame wherein Dishonour Lives.

The Temple of Honour.

Fame.

The Temple of Fame.

Fame's Library within the Temple.

The Fairy Queen's Kingdome.

The Pastime and Recreation of the Queen of Fairies in Fairy-Land, the Centre of the Earth.

The Pastime of the Queen of Fairies, when she comes upon the Earth out of the Centre.

The Palace of the Fairy Queen.

The Windy Gyants.

Of the Witches in Lapland that make Winds.

Of the Sun and the Earth.

Of a Garden.

Of an Oak in a Grove.

Of a Wrought Carpet, presented to the View of Working Ladies.

A Man to his Mistress.

THE CLASP.

PART V.

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The Objects of every Sense are according to their Motions in the Brain.

We should those Men think Mad, which us should tell
That they did see a Sound, or taste a Smell:
Yet reason proves a Man doth not err much,
When as he says his Senses all are Touch.
If Actions in a Picture lively told,
The Brain strait thinks the Eye doth them behold;

When hungry Folks their Noses meat do smell,
Their Brains do think that smell the Tongue tasts well;
If we a Thief do see, and do him fear,
We strait do think, breaking of Doors we hear.
Imaginations just like Motions make,
That every Sense is struck with a mistake.