this might be why they called her "Mad Madge"

[pynelyf]

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

Comments

[pynelyf]

I'd mostly read her prose before too, and hadn't realized how delightful some of her poetry is. I'm going to try to post some more over the next week.

[veronica_milvus]

That's very funny. Quite a character, wasn't she? A sort of 17th Century Goth.

[teithiwr]

Wow, this is fantastic! Love how gruesome it is. :D