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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An Apology for Writing so much upon this Book.
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An Apology for Writing so much upon this Book.
Condemn me not, I make so much adoAbout this Book, it is my Child, you know;
Just like a Bird, when her Young are in Nest,
Goes in, and out, and hops, and takes no Rest;
But when their Young are Fledg'd, their Heads out peep,
Lord! what a Chirping does the Old one keep:
So I, for Fear, my Strengthless Child should fall
Against a Door, or Stool, aloud I call,
Bid have a Care of such a Dangerous place:
Thus Write I much, to hinder all Disgrace.
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