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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Your Fingers are Minerva's Loom, with which
Your Sense in Letters weave,
No knots or snarls you leave;
Work Fancy's Thread in Golden Numbers rich.
Your Sense in Letters weave,
No knots or snarls you leave;
Work Fancy's Thread in Golden Numbers rich.
Your Breasts are Helicon, which Poets fits:
For though they do not drink,
If thereon they do think,
Their Brains are fill'd with high and sparkling Wits.
For though they do not drink,
If thereon they do think,
Their Brains are fill'd with high and sparkling Wits.
Your Tongue's Parnassus Hill, on high it stands;
Her Muses sit and sing,
Or dance in Fayrie's Ring,
Crown'd with your Rosie Lips, and sweet Garlands.
Her Muses sit and sing,
Or dance in Fayrie's Ring,
Crown'd with your Rosie Lips, and sweet Garlands.
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Your Eyes Diana's Arrows; and no doubt
Your arched Brow her Bow,
Like Ebony black doth show,
From whence sweet gentle Modesty shoots out.
Your arched Brow her Bow,
Like Ebony black doth show,
From whence sweet gentle Modesty shoots out.
Your Hairs are fatal Threads, Lovers hang by;
Your Brain is Vulcan's Net,
Fine Fancies for to get,
Which, like to winged Birds, aspiring flye.
Your Brain is Vulcan's Net,
Fine Fancies for to get,
Which, like to winged Birds, aspiring flye.
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