Book 2 — SIR RICHARD LOVELACE.
Reading edition
1618-1658.
Orpheus to Beasts.
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.
To Lucasta on Going to the Wars.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
To Althea from Prison.
Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron barres a cage; Mindes innocent, and quiet, take That for an hermitage.