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THE POETRESS'S PETITION by MARGARET LUCAS CAVENDISH

First Line: LIKE TO A FEVER'S PULSE MY HEART DOTH BEAT
Last Line: AND FOR HER GLORY, GARLANDS OF FRESH BAYES.
Subject(s): HEARSES; HEARTS; POETRY & POETS; SILENCE;
Like to a @3Feavers pulse@1 my @3heart@1 doth beat,
For fear my @3Book@1 some great repulse should meet.
If it be naught, let her in silence lye,
Disturbe her not, let her in quiet dye;
Let not the @3Bells@1 of your @3dispraise@1 ring loud,
But wrap her up in @3silence@1 as a @3Shrowd@1;
Cause @3black oblivion@1 on her @3Hearse@1 to hang,
Instead of @3Tapers@1, let darke night there stand;
Instead of @3Flowers@1 to the grave her strow
Before her @3Hearse, sleepy, dull Poppy@1 throw;
Instead of @3Scutcheons@1, let my @3Teares@1 be hung,
Which @3greife@1 and @3sorrow@1 from my eyes out wrung:
Let those that beare her @3Corps@1, no @3Jesters@1 be,
But @3sad@1, and @3sober, grave Mortality@1:
No @3Satyr Poets@1 to her @3Funerall@1 come;
No @3Altars@1 rays'd to write @3Inscriptions@1 on:
Let dust of all @3forgetfulnesse@1 be cast
Upon her @3Corps@1, there let them lye and waste:
Nor let her rise againe; unlesse some know,
At @3Judgements@1 some good @3Merits@1 shee can shew;
Then shee shall live in @3Heavens@1 of high @3praise@1:
And for her glory, @3Garlands@1 of fresh @3Bayes@1.



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