To the most excellent princesse the Dutchesse of Newcastle. H. J. of Grays-Inne. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription B03856 of text R221070 in the English Short Title Catalog (Wing J17). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 3 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 B03856 Wing J17 Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.3[105] 99885210 ocm99885210 182589 2264215116

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 Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 2, no. B03856) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 182589) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books; Tract supplement ; A4:1[105]) To the most excellent princesse the Dutchesse of Newcastle. H. J. of Grays-Inne. 1 sheet ([1] p.). Printed by Sarah Griffin, London: : 1667. Signed: By H.J. of Grays-Inne, gent. With allowance, Apr. 27. R. L'Estrange. Verse: "My muse beggs pardon of your Grace, that she ..." Reproduction of original in the British Library. eng Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, -- Duchess of, 1624?-1674 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo To the most excellent princesse the Dutchesse of Newcastle. H. J. of Grays-Inne. 1667 1 455 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2008-09 Assigned for keying and markup 2008-11 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2009-02 Sampled and proofread 2009-02 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2009-09 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
TO THE MOST EXCELLENT PRINCESSE THE DUTCHESSE OF NEWCASTLE . MY Muse beggs pardon of your Grace , that she Meets not an Epithet in Poetry Which is yet Virgin ; It sullies but your worth When common words presume to blaze it forth , As those of Fair , and Good , with such as these Your meaner Meritt's lull'd in Extasies . Could I uncase the Chaste Lucretia's Soul , Compar'd with yours it would appear but foul : Or could I turn a Chymist , and from thence Distill all Venus into Quintessence ; Of that extract the most sublime , and pure Onely deserves to shade your Portraicture . Nature in your rich frame has run out all The Stock , and Credit of her Principall , Be charitable and lend her a recruit , For your Perfections made her Bankerout . She cannot run so deep upon the score , But you have merit yet can furnish more . In you is summ'd up all which Nature can Glory ( of Worth ) in it's Perfection . What since sh' has moulded , onely Copyes were Of those fair Graces which concenter'd are In You , from whom she now must borrow all She boasts of here , as from th' Original , The Graces arn't alone , th' Sciences too The Honour have to be refin'd by You. What cunning Aristotle darkly writ , As with intent to Vizard-mask his wit ; Your Grace had drawn the Curtain , and we see Into each crevice of his subtlety : I dare presume he would your Grace should know Henceforth he 'l walk no more Incognito . The Conclave of the Muses next do own , To You , the Honour due to Helicon . The Poets too , 'mongst whom Ben humbly layes At your fair feet his late usurped Bayes : For such he needs must call them , when to You , And to your matchlesse Muse they are onely due . Orpheus does press me hard , but to present Unto your Grace his sullen Instrument : For since Y' have grac't that Science w'th your hand , He vows he never could a Charme command . The residue of the Sciences would Wait on your Grace did you not think them bold : For without leave it may be thought no lesse Then an Intrusion on their Patronesse ; Waiting that Honour with your Poet stand , And humbly beg to kisse your Graces hand . By H. J. of Grays-Inne , Gent.

With Allowance ,

Apr. 27. R. L' Estrange .

LONDON : Printed by Sarah Griffin , 1667.