In her poem ‘The Angry Curs,’ Lady Jane Cavendish (1621–79) launches 18 lines of curses at those who are plotting to take away Lady Elizabeth Brackley (1626–63) from her company. The remarkable passion fuelling her lines is not that of an incensed lover, but a sister: Who is’t that dare tell mee they’l have away y Sister Brackley, who’s my true lifes day For if hir absence I will bee a Nunn And speak then nothinge, but when will shee come. 1