Proud of the wound, to it refigns his blood, 325 Thus kings, by grafping more than they could hold, First made their fubjects, by oppreffion, bold: * Runny Mead, where that great charter was firft fealed. + Magna Charta. And popular fway, by forcing kings to give 345 355 TO ALTHEA, FROM PRISON. BY RICHARD LOVELACE, ESQ.* WHEN Love with unconfined wings 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 fwiftly round With no allaying Thames, Our carelesse heads with roses crown'd, Our hearts with loyall flames; When thirsty griefe in wine we steepe, Fishes that tipple in the deepe Know no fuch libertie. When, linnet-like, confined' I With fhriller note shall fing The sweetness, mercy, majefty, And glories of my king; 5 10 15 20 When I shall voyce aloud how good [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 If I have freedome in my love, And in my foule am free; Angels alone, that sore above, Injoy fuch libertie. 25 30 THE WAITING-MAID. BY ABRAHAM COWLEY, ESQ.* THY Maid? Ah, find some nobler theme, Alas, the makes thee fhine fo fair, 5 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; ΤΟ 'Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, 35 Too apt before to kill. * Born 1618; dyed 1667. |