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The King, the Priest, the Prophet, all are Thine,
Nor wou’d ev’n God (in Flesh) thy Stroke decline.

— Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea To Death (1713)

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Alas! a woman that attempts the pen,
Such an intruder on the rights of men,
Such a presumptuous Creature, is esteem’d,
The fault, can by no vertue be redeem’d.

The Introduction (1713)

How are we fal’n, fal’n by mistaken rules,
And Education’s more than Nature’s fools.

The Introduction (1713)

This to the crown and blessing of my life,
The much lov’d husband of a happy wife;
To him whose constant passion found the art
To win a stubborn and ungratefull heart,
And to the world by tend’rest proof discovers,
They err, who say that husbands can’t be lovers.

Judge not my passion by my want of skill:
Many love well, though they express it ill;
And I your censure cou’d with pleasure bear,
Wou’d you but soon returne, and speake it here.

Did I my lines intend for publick view,
How many censures wou’d their faults persue; ...
True judges might condemn their want of witt,
And all might say, they’re by a Woman writt.

The Introduction (1713)

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