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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Of Stars.
VVe find that i'th' East-Indies Stars there be,Which we in our Horizon ne're did see,
Yet we do take great pains in Glasses clear,
To see what Stars do in the Skie appear;
But yet the more we search, the less we know,
Because we find our Work doth endless grow:
For who knows but those Stars we see by Night,
Are Suns, which to some other Worlds give Light?
But could our outward Senses pace the Skie,
As our Imaginations thither fly,
If we were there, we might as little know,
As those which stay, and never up do go.
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The most we know is, Nature Death will send.
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