Of the Sunne, and the Earth -- Margaret Cavendish
from Poems and Fancies (1653)

Through Earth's porous holes her sweat doth passe, 
Which is the Dew that lyes upon the Grasse: 
Where (like a Lover kinde) the Sun wipes clean, 
That her faire face may to the Light be seen; 
And for her sake that water he esteemes, 
Threading those drops upon his silver ( Read more... )

A World in an Eare-Ring -- Margaret Cavendish
from Poems and Fancies (1653)

An Eare-ring round may well a Zodiacke bee,
Where in a Sun goeth round, and we not see.
And Planets seven about that Sun may move,
And Hee stand still, as some wise men would prove.
And fixed Stars, like twinkling Diamonds, plac'd
About this Eare-ring, which a World is vast.
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Nature's Cook -- Margaret Cavendish
From Poems, 1653

DEATH is the Cook of Nature; and we find
Meat drest severall waies to please her Mind.
Some Meates shee rosts with Feavers, burning hot,
And some shee boiles with Dropsies in a Pot.
Some for Gelly consuming by degrees,
And some with Ulcers, Gravie out to squeese.
Some Flesh as Sage she stuffs ( Read more... )

Of Many Worlds in this World - Margaret Cavendish  
from Poems and Fancies (1653)

Just like as in a Nest of Boxes round,
Degrees of Sizes in each Box are found:
So, in this World, may many others be
Thinner and less, and less still by degree:
Although they are not subject to our sense,
A World may be no bigger than Two-pence.
NATURE is curious, and ( Read more... )