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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53057	Philosophicall fancies. Written by the Right Honourable, the Lady Newcastle.	Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674.	1653 (1653)	Wing N865; ESTC R202988	32,128	119

and so few wife didst make Good Nature move their braine another way And then as Beasts as Beasts perchance they may LOrd how the World delight to tell a Lye As if they thought they sav'd a Soule thereby More lyes they tell then they will Prayers say And run about to vent them every way Some bragging lyes and then he tells how free The Ladies were when he 's in Company Or else what such a Lord did say to him And so what answer he return'd to them Or any Action which great Fame hath won Then he saies streight t was by his counsell done When any Wit that comes abroad in print Then he sayes strait he had a finger in 't How he did rectifie and mend the same Or else he wrote it all or gav 't a Name Thus in the World thousands of lyes are told Which none but Fooles their words for truth will hold But in the World there are more Fooles then wise Which makes them passe for Truth when all are Lyes J Begun a Booke about three yeares since which I intend to name the Worlds Ollio and when I come into Flaunders where those Papers are I will if God give me live and health finish it and send it forth in Print I imagine all those that have read my former Books wil say that I have writ enough unless they were better but say what you will it pleaseth me and since my Delights are harmlesse I will satisfie my Humour For had my Braine as many Fancies in 't To fill the World would put them all in Print No matter whether they be well exprest My will is done and that please Woman best A Farewell to the MUSES FArewell my Muse thou gentle harmlesse Spirit That us'd to haunt me in the dead of Night And on my Pillow where my head I laid Thou sit'st close by and with my Fancies play'd Sometimes upon my Eyes you dancing skip Making a vision of some fine Land-skip Thus with your sportings kept me oft awake Not with your noise for nere a word you spake But with your Faiery dancing circling winde Upon a hill of thoughts within my minde When t was your sport to blow out every light Then I did rest and sleep out all the night GReat God from Thee all Infinites do flow And by thy power from thence effects do grow Thou order'dst all degrees of Matter just As t is thy will and pleasure move it must And by thy Knowledge orderd'st all the Best For in thy Knowledge doth thy Wisdome rest And wisdome cannot order things amisse For where disorder is no wisdome is Besides great God thy wil is just for why Thy will still on thy wisdome doth rely O pardon Lord for what I here now speak Upon a guesse my knowledge is but weak But thou hast made such Creatures as Man-kind And giv'st them something which we call a Minde Alwaies in Motion never quiet lyes Untill the Figure of his body dies His severall thoughts which severall Motions are Do raise up love hopes joyes doubts and feare As love doth raise up hope so feare doth doubt Which makes him seek to finde the great God out Selfe-love doth make him seek to finde if he Came from or shaell last to eternity But Motion being slow makes knowledge weake And then his thoughts 'gainst Ignorance doth beat As fluid waters 'gainst hard Rocks do flow Break their soft streames and so they backward go Just so do thoughts and then they backward slide Unto the place where first they did abide And there in gentle murmurs do complaine That all their care and labour is in vain But since none knowes the great Creator must Man seek no more but in his goodnesse trust FINIS Reason Thoughts I mean of Forme dull Matter Some think there was a Chaos a confused Heap The Readers may take either Opinion Severall Motions and severall Figures (†) Not the Matter but the Degrees (†) Not the Bigness of Figures but the manner of shapes which makes some shapes to have the Advantage over others much bigger as a Mouse will kill an Elephant (†) Which is in Likenesse (†) Unlikenesse One Shape hath power over another one Minde knowes more then another Either by Growth or Sense or Reason For when Matter comes to such a degree it quickens That it begins to move Motion is Life * I meane when I say Obstruct that it either turnes their motion another way or makes them move slower * I do not say that Bones are the solid'st matter in Nature † As the Figure of Man * All Motion is Life I mean the Figure of dul matter As a plentifull Crop or a great Brood These degrees are visible to us Dancing is a measur'd Motion † Scorching is when the Motion is too quick † That is when there come so many Spirits as they disagree pressing upon one another (†) Those Degrees that are neerest have the greatest Sympathy (†) Like Chess-men Table-men Nine-pins or the like * I say higher for expressions sake † Nothing can bee made or known absolute out of Infinite and Eternall † Though it may have other Motions yet not the Animall Motion † The Figure might bee without an Animall Motion but an Animall Motion cannot bee untill there is an Animall Figure (†) Which Food is when such Materialls are not proper for such a Figure † The greater the Number is the more variety of Motion is made which makes Figures in the braine (†) In Animall Shapes (†) A Pig of Lead (†) The Huske † To prove that it is the several Motion is that wee shall have the same sense in our sleep either to move Pleasure or feele Paine (†) Like Glass

in others As what 's the reason a Beast or a Man or Fowles cannot live in the Water or Fish live long out of the Water And whether there may not bee a Sympathy naturally betwixt some Beasts to other although of a different Figure more then to others by some secret and obscure Motions and whether the severall Dispositions of Men may not have a naturall likeuesse or Sympathy to the severall dispositions and natures of Beasts What causes the severall sorts of Creatures to keep in particular Societies as in Common- Wealths Flocks Heards Droves Flights Covies Broods Eyes Swarmes Sholes and of their particular enmity from some sorts to others and their affections love to others their Factions side-takings and disagreeings in their owne Society their craft and policies of selfe-love and preservation and their tender love and assistance to their Young What makes Superstition And many more But Fancy which is the effect of Motion is as infinite as Motion which made me despaire of a finall Conclusion of my Booke which makes my Booke imperfect and my Fancies unsettled But that which I have writ will give my Readers so much Light as to guesse what my Fancies would have beene at A Dialogue between the Body and the Minde I Write and write and 't may be never read My Bookes and I all in a Grave lye dead No Memory will build a Monument Nor offer Praise unto the Soules content But howsoever Soule lye still at rest To make thy Fame to live have done the best For all the Wit that Nature to me gave I set it forth for to adorne thy Grave But if the Ruines of Oblivion come T is not my fault for what I can is done For all the Life that Nature to me lends About thy worke and in thy Service spends But if thou thinkst I take not paines pray speake Before we part my Body is but weak Soule Braine thou hast done thy best yet thou mightst go To the Grave Learned their subtle tricks to know And aske them how such Fame they do beget When they do write but of anothers Wit For they have little of their owne but what They have from others Braines and Fancies got Body O Soule I shall not need to take such paines The labour will be more then all the gaines For why the World doth cosen and so cheat By railing at those Authors Wits they get Muffling hiding of their Authors face By some strange Language or by some disgrace Their Wit into an Anagram they make That Anagram for their owne Wit they take And here there they do a Fancy steale And so of Strangers make a Common-weale Tell to the World they are true Natives bred When they were borne all in another Head And with translating Wit they march along With understanding praise they grow so strong That they do rule by conquering Fames great Court From whence they send out all their false report This is the way my Soule that they do use By different Language do the World abuse Therefore lye still thou troubled restless Spirit Seek not for Fame unlesse thou hast a Merit Soule Body when thou art gone then I dye too Unlesse some great Act in thy life thou do But prethee be not thou so wondrous nice To set my Fame at a great Merits price Body Alas what can I do to make thee live Unlesse some wise Instructions thou canst give Can you direct me to some Noble Act Wherein Vain-glory makes no false Compact Can you direct me which way I shall take Those that are in distress happy to make Soule No that 's unpossible unlesse all hearts Could be divided into equall parts Body Then prethee be content seek thou no more T is Fortune makes the World to worship and adore A Request to my Friends WHen I am dead and buried lye Within a Grave if Friends passe by Let them not turn away their sight Because they would forget me quite But on my Grave a teare let fall And me unto remembrance call Then may my Ashes rise that Teare to meet Receive it in my urne like Balsome sweet O you that are my dearest Friends do not When I am dead lye in the Grave forgot But let me in your Mind as one Thought be So shall I live still in your Memory If you had dyed my Heart still should have been A Room to keep and hang your Picture in My Thoughts should Copies pencill every day Teares be the Oyle for Colours on to lay My Lips shall mixe thy severall colour'd praise By words compounded various severall waies Innocent white and azure truth agree With modest red Purple in grain to bee And many more which Rhetorick still can place Shadowes of griefe to give a lively grace AN ELEGY HER Corps was borne to Church on gray Goose wing Her Sheet was Paper white to lap her in And Cotten dyed with Inke her covering black With Letters for her Scutcheons print in that Fancies bound up with Verse a Garland made And at the head upon her Hearse was laid And Numbers ten did beare her to the Grave The Muses nine a Monument her gave I Heare that my First Booke was thought to be none of mine owne Fancies onely I owne it with my Name If any thinke my Booke so well writ as that I had not the Wit to do it truely I am glad for my Wits sake if I have any that is thought so well of although Mistrust lies betwixt me and it and if it be so little Wit in it as they mistrust it was not mine I am glad they thinke me to have so much as I could not write so foolish And truely for any Friend of mine as I have none so cowardly that dare not defend their Honour so I have none so foolish as to be affear'd or asham'd to owne their owne Writings And truely I am so honest as not to steale anothers Work and give it my owne Name nor so vaine-glorious as to straine to build up a Fame upon the ground of another mans Wit But be it bad or good it is my owne Unlesse in Printing t is a Changeling grown Which sure I have no reason for to doubt It hath the same mark when I put it out But be it faire or brown or black or wilde I still must own it 'cause it is my Childe And should my Neighbours say t is a dull block T is honestly begot of harmlesse Stock By Motion in my Braine t was form'd and bred By my industrious Study it was fed And by my busie Pen was cloathd though plain The Garments be yet are they without stain But be it nere so plain not rich and gay Phantasticall t is drest the World will say The World thinks all is fine that 's in the Fashion Though it be old if fashion'd with Translation They nere consider what becomes them best But think all Fooles that are not Courtly drest O Nature Nature why dost thou create So many Fooles