Anne Killigrew

"More rich, more noble I will ever hold The Muse's laurel, than a crown of gold."

"I willingly accept Cassandra's fate, To speak the truth, although believ'd too late."

"The bloody wolf, the wolf does not pursue; The boar, though fierce, his tusk will not embrue In his own kind, Bears, not on bears do prey: Then art thou, man, more savage far than they."

"We are Diana’s virgin train, Descended of no mortal strain: Our bows and arrows are our goods, Our palaces the lofty woods. * * * If you ask where such wights do dwell, In what blest clime, that so excel, The poets only that can tell."

"What ever happy region is thy place, Cease thy celestial song a little space; (Thou wilt have time enough for hymns divine, Since Heav'n's eternal year is thine.)"

"Art she had none, yet wanted none: For Nature did that want supply."