Upon the Heroike Lady the Markiones of Newcastle her Incomparable Playes newly set out

Of All the weapons I have read
To Female Sex belong
Are These, the Needle and the Thred
Besides the Use of Tongue

But heer the Mirroir of our Times
Adds Pen and Inke to rayse
In Crittacisms and in Rimes
This Conqueresses Prayse.

Who All the Bards of Ages past
For Fancy, Witt, and Stile
Surpasses far so now at last
Those strike sayle and Recoyle.

Yeilding up Bucklers to her Layes
Composd with so much Grace
That as Her due th'Immortall Bayes
From them to Her Shifts place.

The Thing so misapplide to skowld
She manages so well
That Rhetoritians of Owld
To Her strains yeild the Bell.

In stead of Needle Sharp Conceipt
Draws admiration to it
Toucht with a Loadston to that haight
Makes evry one to woo it.

And when she writes she cutts a Thread
And Spinns a web so fine
Pallas herself mought heer be sayd
To Emulate Her Line.

Bens Playes mought well be works indeed
On Anvile Hammerd soe
When from her works such Playes proceed
As doe not drop but flowe.

Her morning Tresses and her Hayer
Decheveld's not more free
Than are her Raptures may Compare
With wit of hiest Degree.

But 'bove Her Sexes Worthys All
So brightly She doth shine
That though Her we a woman call
Her Pen Skoars masculine.