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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TO SIR CHARLS CAVENDISH, My Noble Brother-in-Law.
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TO SIR CHARLS CAVENDISH, My Noble Brother-in-Law.
If you Dislike, and Rise to go away,
Pray do not Scoff, and tell what I did say:
But if you do, the Matter is not great,
For 'tis but Foolish words, you can repeat.
Pray do not Scoff, and tell what I did say:
But if you do, the Matter is not great,
For 'tis but Foolish words, you can repeat.
Pray do not Censure all you do not know,
But let my Atoms to the Learned go:
If y' Judge, and Understand not, you may take
For Non-sense that which Learning Sense will make.
But I may say, as Some have said before,
I'm not to fetch you Wit from Natures Store.
But let my Atoms to the Learned go:
If y' Judge, and Understand not, you may take
For Non-sense that which Learning Sense will make.
But I may say, as Some have said before,
I'm not to fetch you Wit from Natures Store.
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