{"id":1441,"date":"2019-04-29T03:54:07","date_gmt":"2019-04-29T03:54:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/142.150.46.75\/poemsandfancies\/?p=1441"},"modified":"2019-05-03T14:18:13","modified_gmt":"2019-05-03T14:18:13","slug":"to-poets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/?p=1441","title":{"rendered":"To Poets"},"content":{"rendered":"

There is no spirit frights me so much as poet\u2019s satyrs<\/span>1<\/sup><\/a><\/span> and their fairy wits, which are so subtle, airy, and nimble, that<\/span>2<\/sup><\/a><\/span> they pass through very small crevices and crannies<\/span>3<\/sup><\/a><\/span> of errors and mistakes, and dance upon every line, and round every fancy, which when they find to be dull and sleepy, they pinch them black and blue, with Robin Hood\u2019s jests. But I hope you will spare me, for the hearth is swept clean, and a basin of water with a clean towel set by, and the ashes raked up\u2014wherefore let my book sleep quietly, and the watch-light burn<\/span>4<\/sup><\/a><\/span> clearly, and not blue and blinkingly, nor the pots and pans be disturbed. But let it be still from your noise, that the effeminate cat may not mew, nor the masculine curs bark and<\/span>5<\/sup><\/a><\/span> howl forth railings to disturb my harmless book\u2019s rest.<\/p>\n

But if you will judge my book severely, I doubt I shall be cast to the bar of folly, and there be<\/span>6<\/sup><\/a><\/span> forced to hold up my hand of indiscretion, and confess ignorance to my enemies\u2019 dislike. For I have no eloquent orator to plead for me, as to<\/span>7<\/sup><\/a><\/span> persuade a severe judge, nor flattery to bribe a corrupt one, which makes me afraid I shall lose my suit of praise. Yet I have Truth to speak in my behalf for some favor, which says,<\/span>8<\/sup><\/a><\/span> first, that women writing seldom makes it seem strange, and unusual. You will say, what<\/span>9<\/sup><\/a><\/span> is unusual seems fantastical, and what is fantastical seems odd, and what is odd seems<\/span>10<\/sup><\/a><\/span> ridiculous. But as Truth tells you, all is not gold that glisters, so she tells you all is not poor that hath not golden clothes on, nor mad, which is out of fashion. And if I<\/span>11<\/sup><\/a><\/span> be out of the fashion<\/span>12<\/sup><\/a><\/span> because women do not generally write, yet before you laugh at me, let your reason view strictly whether the fashion be not useful, graceful, easy, comely, and modest. And if it be any of these, spare your smiles of scorn for those that are wanton, careless, rude, and<\/span>13<\/sup><\/a><\/span> unbecoming. For though these<\/span>14<\/sup><\/a><\/span> garments are<\/span>15<\/sup><\/a><\/span> plain, and unusual, yet they are clean and decent.<\/p>\n

Next, Truth tells you that women have seldom or never (or at least in these latter<\/span>16<\/sup><\/a><\/span> ages) written books<\/span>17<\/sup><\/a><\/span> of poetry, unless it were in their dressings, which can be no longer read than beauty lasts. Wherefore it hath<\/span>18<\/sup><\/a><\/span> seemed, hitherto, as if Nature had compounded men\u2019s brains with more of the sharp atoms, which make<\/span>19<\/sup><\/a><\/span> the hot and dry element, and women\u2019s with more of the round atoms, which figure makes the cold and moist element. And though water is a useful element, yet fire is the nobler, being of an aspiring quality. But it is rather a dishonor than<\/span>20<\/sup><\/a><\/span> a fault in Nature, that<\/span>21<\/sup><\/a><\/span> her inferior works move<\/span>22<\/sup><\/a><\/span> towards perfection; though the best of her works can never be so perfect as herself, yet she is pleased when they imitate her\u2014and to imitate her, I hope you will be pleased, I imitate you. \u2019Tis true, my verses came not out of Jupiter\u2019s head, wherefore<\/span>23<\/sup><\/a><\/span> they cannot prove a Pallas; yet they are like chaste Penelope\u2019s work,<\/span>24<\/sup><\/a><\/span> for I wrote them in my husband\u2019s absence, to delude melancholy thoughts and avoid idle time.<\/p>\n

The last thing Truth tells you is that my<\/span>25<\/sup><\/a><\/span> verses were gathered too soon, wherefore they cannot be of a mature growth, for the sun of time was only at that height as to draw them forth, but gave not<\/span>26<\/sup><\/a><\/span> heat enough to ripen them, which makes me fear they will taste harsh and unpleasant. But if they were strewed with some sugar of praise,<\/span>27<\/sup><\/a><\/span> and baked in the oven of applause, they might<\/span>28<\/sup><\/a><\/span> pass at a general feast, for though<\/span>29<\/sup><\/a><\/span> they do not relish with nice and delicate palates, yet the vulgar may digest them, for they care not what the meat is if the crust be good, or indeed thick\u2014for they judge according to the quantity, not the quality or rarity\u2014but they are oft persuaded by the senses of others more than their own. Wherefore, if it be not worthy of commendations, pray be silent, and cast not out severe censures, and I shall give thanks for what is eaten.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

There is no spirit frights me so much as poet\u2019s satyrs and their fairy wits, which are so subtle, airy, and nimble, that they pass through very small crevices and crannies of errors and mistakes, and dance upon every line, and round every fancy, which when they find to be dull and sleepy, they pinch … Continue reading To Poets<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[216,236],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1441","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-part3","category-prefatory-material-part3"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1441","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1441"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1441\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1442,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1441\/revisions\/1442"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1441"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1441"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/library2.utm.utoronto.ca\/poemsandfancies\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1441"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}