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An Apology For Her Poetry by Margaret Lucas Cavendish

I language want to dress my fancies in, The hair’s uncurled, the garment’s loose and thin. Had they but silver lace to make them gay, They’d be more courted than in poor array; Or, had they art, would make a … Continue reading

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