Poems, and fancies written by the Right Honourable, the Lady Margaret Newcastle.

The Poetresses Petition.

LIke to a Feavers pulse my heart doth beat, For fear my Book 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 Bells of your dispraise ring loud, But wrap her up in silence as a Shrowd; Cause black oblivion on her Hearse to hang, Instead of Tapers, let darke night there stand;

In stead of Flowers to the grave her strow Before her Hearse, sleepy, dull Poppy throw; In stead of Scutcheons, let my Teares be 〈◊〉〈◊〉, Which greife and sorrow from my eyes out wrung: Let those that beare her Corps, no lesters be, But sad, and sober, grave Mortality: No Satyr Poets to her Funerall come; No Altars rays'd to write Inscriptions on: Let dust of all forgetfulnesse be cast Upon her Corps, there let them lye and waste: Nor let her rise againe; unlesse some know, At Iudgements, some good Merits shee can shew; Then shee shall live in Heavens of high praise; And for her glory, Garlands of fresh Bayes,