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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

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A Dialogue betwixt Peace and VVarr.
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A Dialogue betwixt Peace and VVarr.

Peace.
Warr makes the Vulgar multitude to Drink
In at the Ear, the Foul and Muddy sink
Of Factious Tales, by which they Dizzy grow,
That the clear Sight of Truth they do not know,
But Reeling stand, know not what way to take,
And when they chuse, 'tis wrong, so War they make.

Warr.
Thou Flattering and most Unjust Peace, which draws
The Vulgar by thy Rhet'rick to hard Laws,
VVhich makes them Silly, and Content to be
To take up Voluntary Slavery,
Thou mak'st great Inequalities beside,
Some Bear like Asses, some on Horse-back Ride.

Peace.
O Warr, thou Cruel Enemy to Life,
Unquiet Neighbour, breeding always Strife;
Tyrant thou art, to Rest wilt give no time,
And blessed Peace thou Punish'st as a Crime;
Factions thou mak'st in every Publick weal,
From Bonds of Friendship tak'st off Wax and Seal;

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All Natural Affections are by thee
Massacred, none escapes thy Cruelty;
The Root of all Religion thou pull'st up,
Dost every Branch of Ceremony Lop;
Civil Society to Manners base
Thou turn'st, no Laws nor Customs can get place;
Each Mind within it Self cannot agree,
But all do strive for Superiority:
In the whole World thou dost Disturbance make,
To save themselves none knows what ways to take.

Warr.
O Peace, thou idle Drone, which Lov'st to dwell,
If it but keep thee Safe, in a poor Cell;
Thy Life thou Sleep'st away, Thoughts lazy lye:
Sloth buries Fame, makes all great Actions dye.

Peace.
I am the Bed of Rest, and Couch of Ease,
My Conversation doth all Creatures please;
The Parent I'm of Learning and of Arts,
Religion's Nurse, and Comfort to all Hearts;
I am the Guardian Virtue safe do keep,
Under my Roof she may securely Sleep;
I am Adorn'd with Pastimes and with Sports,
Each several Creature still to me Resorts.

Warr.
A School am I, where all Men may grow VVise;
For prudent VVisdome in Experience lies;
A Theatre, where Noble Minds do stand,
A Mint of Honour, Coyn'd for Valour's Hand:
I am a Throne, which is for Valour fit,
And a great Court, where Royal Fame may Sit;
A Field, in which Ambition much doth run;
Courage still seeks me, Cowards do me shun.