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They tell us we mistake our sex and way; Good breeding, fassion, dancing, dressing, play Are the accomplishments we shou’d desire; To write, or read,… - Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea
" "They tell us we mistake our sex and way;
Good breeding, fassion, dancing, dressing, play
Are the accomplishments we shou’d desire;
To write, or read, or think, or to enquire
Wou’d cloud our beauty and exaust our time,
And interrupt the Conquests of our prime;
Whilst the dull mannage of a servile house
Is held by some our outmost art and use.
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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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Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of Winchelsea
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Anne Countess of Winchelsea
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Anne Finch Countess of Winchilsea
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Anne Kingsmill
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Cou’d our First Father, at his toilsome Plough,
Thorns in his Path, and Labour on his Brow,
Cloath’d only in a rude, unpolish’d Skin,
Cou’d he a vain Fantastick Nymph have seen,
In all her Airs, in all her antick Graces,
Her various Fashions, and more various Faces;
How had it pos’d that Skill, which late assign’d
Just Appellations to Each several Kind!
A right idea of the Sight to frame;
T’have guest from what New Element she came;
T’have hit the wav’ring Form, and giv’n this Thing a Name.
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