Natures Picture Drawn by Fancies Pencil To the Life Being several Feigned Stories, Comical, Tragical, Tragi-comical, Poetical, Romancical, Philosophical, Historical, and Moral: Some in Verse, some in Prose; some Mixt, and some by Dialogues. Written by the Thrice Noble, Illustrious, and most Excellent Princess, The Duchess of Newcastle [i.e. Margaret Cavendish]. The Second Edition |
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Then came a Lady young, that had not been
In that Society; and coming in,
They told her, she a Tale must pay,
Or, as a Bankrupt, she must go away.
Truly, said she, I am not rich in Wit,
Nor do I know what Tales your Humours fit.
In that Society; and coming in,
They told her, she a Tale must pay,
Or, as a Bankrupt, she must go away.
Truly, said she, I am not rich in Wit,
Nor do I know what Tales your Humours fit.
Yet in my young and budding Muse,
Will draw the Seasons of the Year,
Like 'Prentice-Painters, which do use
The same to make their skill appear.
Will draw the Seasons of the Year,
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The same to make their skill appear.
But Nature is the Hand to guide
The Pencil of the Brain, and place
The Shadows so, that they may hide
All the Defects, or giv't a grace.
The Pencil of the Brain, and place
The Shadows so, that they may hide
All the Defects, or giv't a grace.
Phansie Draws Pictures in the Brain,
Not subject to the outward Sense;
They are Imaginations vain,
Yet are they the Life's Quintessence.
For when Life's gone, yet they will live,
And to the Life a Fame will give.
Not subject to the outward Sense;
They are Imaginations vain,
Yet are they the Life's Quintessence.
For when Life's gone, yet they will live,
And to the Life a Fame will give.
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