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Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
Richard Lovelace
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above Enjoy such liberty.
Richard Lovelace
Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
Richard Lovelace
If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Richard Lovelace
When flowing cups pass swiftly round With no allaying Thames.
Richard Lovelace
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly.
Richard Lovelace
Here we'll strip and cool our fire In cream below, in milk-baths higher; And when all wells are drawn dry, I'll drink a tear out of thine eye.
Richard Lovelace
Then, if when I have lov'd my round, Thou prov'st the pleasant she, With spoils of meaner beauties crown'd I laden will return to thee, Ev'n sated with variety.
Richard Lovelace
When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The gods that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.
Richard Lovelace
Though Seas and Land betwixt us both, Our Faith and Troth, Like separated soules, All time and space controules: Above the highest sphere wee meet Unseene, unknowne, and greet as Angels greet.
Richard Lovelace
Poor verdant fool, and now green ice! thy joys, Large and as lasting as thy perch of grass, Bid us lay in ‘gainst winter rain, and poise Their floods with an o'erflowing glass.
Richard Lovelace
Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
Richard Lovelace
Love, then unstinted, Love did sip, And cherries plucked fresh from the lip; On cheeks and roses free he fed; Lasses like autumn plums did drop, And lads indifferently did crop A flower and a maidenhead.
Richard Lovelace
If to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that when I am gone, You and I were alone; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.
Richard Lovelace
Oh, could you view the melody Of every grace And music of her face, You'd drop a tear; Seeing more harmony In her bright eye Than now you hear.
Richard Lovelace