Fragment at Tunbridge-Wells. Anne Finch (née Kingsmill), countess of Winchilsea Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T94539 pp. 274-5 K076314.000 Winchilsea, Anne Kingsmill Finch, Countess of, 1661-1720. Miscellany poems, on several occasions: Written by the Right Honble Anne, Countess of Winchilsea. London printed for J. B. and sold by Benj. Tooke, William Taylor, and James Round 1713 pp. 229-230. [8],390p. ; 8⁰.

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Fragment at Tunbridge-Wells . FOR He , that made , must new create us , Ere Seneca , or Epictetus , With all their serious Admonitions , Can , for the Spleen , prove good Physicians . The Heart's unruly Palpitation Will not be laid by a Quotation ; Nor will the Spirits move the lighter For the most celebrated Writer . Sweats , Swoonings , and convulsive Motions Will not be cur'd by Words , and Notions . Then live , old Brown ! with thy Chalybeats , Which keep us from becoming Idiots . At Tunbridge let us still be Drinking , Though 'tis th' Antipodes to Thinking : Such Hurry , whilst the Spirit's flying , Such Stupefaction , when 'tis dying : Yet these , and not sententious Papers , Must brighten Life , and cure the Vapours , &c .