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 between Love and Hate.
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A Dialogue between Love and Hate.
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Love and Hate fell in a great Dispute,
And hard it was each other to Confute,
VVhich did most Good, or did most Evil shun,
At last with frowning Brows Hate thus begun:
Hate.
And hard it was each other to Confute,
VVhich did most Good, or did most Evil shun,
At last with frowning Brows Hate thus begun:
I Fly, said she, from wicked and base Acts,
And tear all unjust Bonds and ill Contracts;
I do abhorr all Murther, VVarr, and Strife,
Inhuman Actions and Disorder'd Life,
Ungratefull and Unthankfull minds, that shun
All those, from whom they have receiv'd a Boon;
From harsh and rude Discords my Ears I stop,
And what is Bad I from the Good do Lop;
I perjur'd Lovers brand with foul Disgrace,
And from ill Objects do I hide my Face;
Things that are Bad I hate, or what Seems so;
But Love is contrary to this, I know.
Love loves Ambition, as the Mind's hot Fire,
VVould ruine Worlds only to rise up higher;
You love to please your Appetite and VVill,
To Glut your Gusto, you delight in still;
You love to Flatter, and be Flatter'd too,
And for your Lust, poor Virgins would undo;
You love the Ruine of your Foes to see,
And of your Friends if they but Prosperous be;
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And with Vain-glorious Wind your Brain do fill:
You love no ways, but where your Bias tends,
And love the Gods only for your own ends.
Love.
But, Love, in VVords as sweet as Nature is,
Said, Hate was false, and always did amiss;
For she did Canker-fret, the Soul destroy,
Disturb the Pleasure wherein Life takes Joy;
Ruin the World with Wars, wch Peace would make,
Torment the Head and Heart, Revenge to take;
She never rests till she Descends to Hell;
For she amongst the Devils loves to dwell:
But I, said Love, Unite and Concords make,
All Musick was Invented for my Sake;
I Men by Laws in Common-wealths do joyn,
And 'gainst a common Foe do them Combine:
To th'Sick, Lame, Weak and Aged I'm a Friend,
I Watch, Guard, Keep, and do them Safe defend;
For Honour's Sake I do high Courage raise,
And bring to Beauty's Shrine Off'rings of Praise;
Compassion's Bowels I the World throughout
Do carry, and Distribute all about;
I to the Gods shew Rev'rence, Bow and Pray,
And in their Heav'nly Mansions bear great sway:
Thus Love and Hate in some things Equal be,
Yet in Disputes they always Disagree.
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