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Proud of the wound, to it refigns his blood,
And ftains the crystal with a purple flood.
This a more innocent, and happy chase,
Than when of old, but in the self-fame place,
Fair Liberty purfu'd, and meant a prey 325
To lawless power, here turn'd, and stood at bay.*
When in that remedy all hope was plac't,

Which was, or fhould have been at least, the laft.
Here was that charter feal'd,+ wherein the crown
All marks of arbitrary pow'r lays down: 230
Tyrant and flave, those names of hate and fear,
The happier ftile of king and subject bear:
Happy, when both to the same center move,
When kings give liberty, and fubjects love.
Therefore not long in force this charter ftood;
Wanting that feal, it must be feal'd in blood. 336
The subjects arm'd, the more their princes gave,
Th' advantage only took, the more to crave:
Till kings, by giving, give themselves away,
And even that power, that fhould deny, betray.
"Who gives constrain'd, but his own fear reviles,
"Not thank'd, but fcorn'd; nor are they gifts but

Thus kings, by grasping more than they could hold,
First made their subjects, by oppreffion, bold:

* Runny Mead, where that great charter was first fealed. + Magna Charta.

And popular fway, by forcing kings to give 345
More than was fit for fubjects to receive,
Ran to the fame extreams; and one excess
Made both, by striving to be greater, lefs.
When a calm river rais'd with sudden rains,
Or fnows diffolv'd, o'reflows th' adjoyning plains,
The husbandmen with high-rais'd banks fecure
Their greedy hopes, and this he can endure.
But if with bays and dams they strive to force
His channel to a new, or narrow course;
No longer then within his banks he dwells,
First to a torrent, then a deluge swells:
Stronger and fiercer by restraint he roars,
And knows no bound, but makes his power his





WHEN Love with unconfined wings

Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings

To whisper at my grates;
When I lye tangled in her haire,

And fetter'd with' her eye,
The birds' that wanton in the aire
Know no fuch liberty.

When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying Thames,

Our carelesse heads with roses crown'd,
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 fuch libertie.

When, linnet-like, confined' I
With fhriller note shall fing
The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my king;


* Born 1618; dyed 1658.

V. 6. to.
V. 7. Gods.
V. 17. (like committed linnets).

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When I shall voyce aloud how good
He is, how great should be,
[Th'] inlarged windes, that curle the flood,
Know no fuch libertie.

Stone walls doe not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Mindes innocent, and quiet, take
That for a hermitage:
If I have freedome in my love,
And in my foule am free;
Angels alone, that fore above,
Injoy fuch libertie.





THY Maid? Ah, find some nobler theme,
Whereon thy doubts to place;
Nor, by a low fufpect, blafpheme
The glories of thy face.

Alas, the makes thee fhine fo fair,
So exquifitely bright,

That her dim lamp must disappear
Before thy potent light.

Three hours each morn in dreffing thee,
Maliciously are spent ;

And make that beauty tyranny,
That's else a civil-government,

Th' adorning thee with so much art
Is but a barb'rous skill;

'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, Too apt before to kill.

Born 1618; dyed 1667.

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