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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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Nature's Fields and Meadows.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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Nature's Fields and Meadows.

There were two Hearts, an hundred Acres wide,
Hedg'd round about, and Ditch'd on every side;

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The one was very Rich and fertile Ground,
The other Barren, where small Good was found.
In Pastures Grass of Virtue grew up high,
Where noble Thoughts did feed Continually;
Some grew like Horses, nimble, strong, and large,
Fit for the Manage, or in Warr to Charge;
Others like Kine, did give the Milk of Wit,
And Cream of Wisdome, for Grave Counsels fit;
The Sheep of Patience had Wool thick and long
Upon their Backs and Sides to keep out wrong.
Meadows of Grace, where Hay of Faith did grow,
Which Hay the Sithes of Reason down did Mow;
Devotion Stackt it up on Hay-cocks high,
Lest in the Wint'r of Death the Soul should Dye.
The Barren Ground nothing but VVeeds did bear,
No Fruit, no Corn, no Seed that's Good grew there;
But sowr Rye of ill Nature up did Spring,
Which doth the Colick of Displeasure bring;
And Cruel Hemp-seed, Hanging Ropes to make,
And Treacherous Lin-seed, little Birds to take:
These and such many other Seeds grew there,
As Cole black Brank, and Melancholy Tare;
Nay, some Parts so Insipid were and Dry,
That neither Furze nor Ling would Grow but Dye.
The Rich Ground, by good Education Plow'd,
Deep Furrows of Discretion had allow'd,
And then of several sorts Seeds thrown into,
Crops of good Actions in full Ears made Grow.
The Wheat of Charity, a fruitfull Seed,
Making the Bread of Life, the Poor to Feed;

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Barley, whose Spirits strong do Courage make,
For he that Drinks them no affront will take;
Pease Hospitable which firm Friendship breed,
And gratefull Oats restoring a good Deed:
This Corn by Fames sharp Sithe is Reap'd and Cut,
And into Large great Barns of Honour put,
Where Truth doth Thresh it out from Gross abuse,
And Honesty doth Grind it fit for use.