To Althea, from Prison
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hen Love with unconfinèd wings
Hovers within my Gates;
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at the Grates;
When I lye tangled in her haire,
And fetter'd to her eye;
The Gods, that wanton in the Aire,
Know no such Liberty.
When flowing Cups run swiftly round
With no allay of Thames,
Our carelesse heads with Roses bound,
Our hearts with Loyall Flames;
When thirsty griefe in Wine we steepe,
When Healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple in the Deepe,
Know no such Libertie.
When (like committed linnets) I
With shriller throat shall sing
The sweetnes, Mercy, Majesty,
And glories of my King;
When I shall voyce aloud, how Good
He is, how Great should be;
Inlarged Winds, that curle the Flood,
Know no such Libertie.
Stone Walls doe not a Prison make,
Nor Iron bars a Cage;
Mindes innocent and quiet take
That for an Hermitage;
If I have freedome in my Love,
And in my soule am free;
Angels alone that sore above,
Injoy such Liberty.
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