Proud of the wound, to it refigns his blood, Than when of old, but in the self-fame place, 325 To lawless power, here turn'd, and food at bay.* Thus kings, by grasping more than they could hold, Runny Mead, where that great charter was first sealed. + Magna Charta. And popular sway, by forcing kings to give 345 355 4M 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 careleffe heads with rofes crown'd, Our hearts with loyall flames; When thirty 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 thriller note fhall fing The sweetness, mercy, majefty, And glories of my king; 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, 25 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. 30 THE WAITING-MAID. BY ABRAHAM COWLEY, ESQ.* THY Maid? Ah, find fome nobler theme, The glories of thy face. 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 fo much art Is but a barb'rous skill; "Tis like the pois'ning of a dart, ΙΟ 15 |