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AN EXCUSE FOR SO MUCH WRIT UPON MY VERSES by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH

First Line: CONDEMN ME NOT FOR MAKING SUCH A COYLE [COIL]
Last Line: THUS WRITE I MUCH, TO HINDER ALL DISGRACE.
Subject(s): BOOKS; WRITING & WRITERS; READING;
Condemne me not for making such a coyle
About my @3Book@1, alas it is my @3Childe@1.
Just like a @3Bird@1, when her @3Young@1 are in Nest,
Goes in, and out, and hops, and takes no Rest;
But when their @3Young@1 are fledg'd, their heads out peep,
Lord what a chirping does the @3Old@1 one keep.
So I, for feare my @3Strengthlesse Childe@1 should fall
Against a doore, or stoole, aloud I call,
Bid have a care of such a dangerous place:
Thus write I much, to hinder all @3disgrace@1.



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