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

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

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About Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

(née Kingsmill; April 1661 – 5 August 1720) was an English poet and courtier. Finch wrote in many genres and on many topics, including fables, odes, songs, and religious verse. Her works also allude to other female authors of the time, such as Aphra Behn and Katherine Philips. Through her commentary on the mental and spiritual equality of the sexes and the importance of women fulfilling their potential as a moral duty to themselves and to society, she is regarded as one of the integral female poets of the Augustan Era. Finch died in Westminster in 1720 and was buried at her home at .

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Alternative Names: Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of Winchelsea Anne Countess of Winchelsea Anne Finch Countess of Winchilsea Anne Kingsmill
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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.

Free as Nature’s first intention Was to make us, I’ll be found,
Nor by subtle Man’s invention Yeild to be in Fetters bound
By one that walks a freer round.Mariage does but slightly tye Men Whil’st close Pris’ners we remain,
They the larger Slaves of Hymen Still are begging Love again
At the full length of all their chain.

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