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A53061
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Poems, and fancies written by the Right Honourable, the Lady Margaret Newcastle.
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Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674.
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1653
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Wing N869; ESTC R17512
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fe ar the next she should her basenesse show Thus mourneth Honour veyl'd in clouds of night When heretofore her garments were of Light Her Crown was Laurel wreath'd with Fancies tire Her Scepter Mars's sword made Foes retire Pallas her head-peece as her footstool stands By which support she rises and commands And thus did Honour live with great applause All did obey her none did break her laws But now Dishonour arm'd gainst her doth rise And all her laws she utterly denics Then Honour fearing she should be surpris'd And by her counsel being well advis'd Did raise an Army to maintain her right Resolv'd she was Dishonour for to fight Courage the Van did lead Fidelity the Rear The Lest-wing and the Right Wisdom and Wit they were The Artillery Invention doth command Constancy and Patience Sentinels stand Sciences are Pioniers of great skill Which undermine Towns Castles when they will And Trenches make Souldiers t'in safety sleep There for a guard a watchfull eye do keep Arts Dragoons which serve on Foot and Horse To skirmish or an Enemy inforce Resolution the Colours high doth bear And with the Bag and Baggage standeth Care Prutlence Quarter-master allots them place Who disobeys is punish'd with disgrace Industry Purveyer which provides the meat And Temperance proportions what they eat Truth Scout-master intelligence to give By which the Army doth in safety live The Drum is faith with reasons braced arc The sticks that beat thereon are Hope and Feare Trumpeters Oratours sound loud and cleare Doe call to Horse when th' enemy is neare Gratitude Treasurer the Army to pay Generosity Generall leads the way When this Army was in Battalia set Dishonour with her Army neare did get Partiality did lead the Van awry And Treachery the Rear which came not nigh Perjury the left wing ordered that day unthankfulnesse the right did beare the sway Suspition was the Scout to search the way And Envie close in Ambuscado lay Revenge as Canoneer which took the Aimc But mist the Mark which made him high exclaime Envie and Malice were two Engineers Subtilty had Practised many yeares Their Drum is Ignorance where they beat Obstinacy stupidity thereupon treat And brac'd it is with Rudenesse which is harsh On strings of Wilfulnesse which is ever rash A Battle between King Oberon and the Pygmees KIng Oberon and the Pigmees tall and stout Did goe to War the cause was just no doubt For Pigmee King out of his Kingdome brought His people all another Kingdome sought Like Goths and Vandals they did range about With force full strong to finde another out At last into the Fairy Land they went For to that at fettile place their hearts were bent This is the place said they where pleasure 〈◊〉 And like to flowers on banks where delight growes Here let us pitch and try if Fortune will Joyne with our Courage that our Foes may kill Then on they went and plundered every where The Fairies all ran crying in great feare And fire on all their Beacons placed high Which warning is to give when dangers nigh 〈◊〉 King Oberon then a war prepar'd Which made his Queen and all his Court afraid His Counsell grave and wise did to him call Which came with formall busie faces all Where every one did speake their minde full free Disputiug this and that at last agree In War said they 't is better that we dye Then to be slaves unto our enemy Then said the King an Army we must raise In which 〈◊〉 dye said he or win the Bayes Straight Officers of all degrees were made To lead and rule in courage and perswade Thus did they muster and arme all their stout To meet their Enemy and beat them out Well arm'd they were and put in good array Which made them fight with courage all that day Their Trumpets were made of small silver 〈◊〉 Calling the Horse to charge or to retire These Horses for War were Grashoppers large On which they did ride and bravely discharge And Saddles were of a velvet Peach-skin Their Bridles small strings that Spiders doe spin And Stirrops in which they put their feet in Was made of a Rush just round like a Ring Of small Cockle-shels their Targets were made And for their long Swords a Rosemary blade Their Flags colour'd flowers glorious to see Give severall sweet smels when flying they be And how they were arm'd it well did appear In a Beanes 〈◊〉 just like a Curaseer Their Guns were slender small Pipes of Glasse And Bullets round of Seeds to shout there was Their Drums of Filbeard skins were very strong And wheaten 〈◊〉 for sticks to beat thereon Their Vans their Rears their left Wing and their Right Were placed so as they saw good to fight Their Colours flying and their Drums did beat Their Trumpets 〈◊〉 none sought a retreat The files and formes the 〈◊〉 plac'd themselves Was like in figure unto Muscle-shels To peirce through 〈◊〉 give way to friends The midst being broad and sharp at the two ends But Fairies like a halfe Moon 〈◊〉 which know When each end meet incircle all their 〈◊〉 Where in the midst King 〈◊〉 rid full brave And he the honour of this day shall have Thus this Warrior in armour bright and strong As for-most man did lead his men along Then spake He to them in a temper meek These enemies said he our 〈◊〉 seek Goe on all you brave borne and Valiant bred And fight your enemy till they be dead Let not your foes with scorne upbraid 〈◊〉 flight But let them see with courage you can fight And teach them what their 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 hath brought Upon themselves when they this Kingdome sought But O Vaine Princes that for glory seek Which will not let poore subjects in peace 〈◊〉 Foolish Ambition sets the world on 〈◊〉 Which ruines all to compasse its desire I only fight to keep what is my owne And not to rob another Kingly throme But if this quarrell ill decide I can't I 'le fight my enemy then hand to hand With that he sent an Herauld stout and bold Which to King Pygmee he this message told VVho said King Oberon him a challenge sent To save their Men and much bloud to prevent That only their two persons fight alone And let the Armies both the while look on Then laughes the Pygmee what 's your King said he That in a Duel hopes to conquet me I came not here a single strength to try A Kingdome for to win or else to dye I prouder am my Subjects strength to show Where by direction they my skill may know Herauld goe back and tell your King from me He 'l know my Strength when Prisoner he shall be Then spake he to his Men in voyce full high Here 's none said he I hope this day will fly You know my Souldiers we came here to fight Not from ambition or of envies spight For we by famine were with me agre face Here sent about to seek a fertile place