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Love and Poetry
by Margaret, Duchess of Newcastle |
O LOVE, how thou art tired out with rhyme!
Thou art a tree whereon all poets clime;
And from thy branches every one takes some
Of thy sweet fruit, which Fancy feeds upon.
But now thy tree is left so bare and poor,
That they can scarcely gather one plumb more. .....Love and Poetry by Margaret, Duchess of Newcastle (1624-74)
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