Anne Finch
Anne Finch
bed fierce quiet
Thirst of wealth no quiet knows, But near the death-bed fierce grows.
views names judging
Did I, my lines intend for public view,How many censures, would their faults pursue,Some would, because such words they do affect,Cry they're insipid, empty, uncorrect.And many, have attained, dull and untaught,The name of wit, only by finding fault.True judges, might condemn their want of wit,And all might say, they're by a woman writ.
express judge love poetry though
Judge not my passion, by my want of skill, Many love well, though they express it ill.