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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499069" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Lucasta From Prison An Epode</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.<br>Long in thy shackels, liberty<br>I ask not from these walls, but thee;<br>Left for awhile anothers bride,<br>To fancy all the world beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  II.<br>Yet e're I doe begin to love,<br>See, how I all my objects prove;<br>Then my free soule to that confine,<br>'Twere possible I might call mine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  III.<br>First I would be in love with PEACE,<br>And her rich swelling breasts increase;<br>But how, alas! how may that be,<br>Despising earth, she will love me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IV.<br>Faine would I be in love with WAR,<br>As my deare just avenging star;<br>But War is lov'd so ev'rywhere,<br>Ev'n he disdaines a lodging here.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  V.<br>Thee and thy wounds I would bemoane,<br>Faire thorough-shot RELIGION;<br>But he lives only that kills thee,<br>And who so bindes thy hands, is free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VI.<br>I would love a PARLIAMENT<br>As a maine prop from Heav'n sent;<br>But ah! who's he, that would be wedded<br>To th' fairest body that's beheaded?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VII.<br>Next would I court my LIBERTY,<br>And then my birth-right, PROPERTY;<br>But can that be, when it is knowne,<br>There's nothing you can call your owne?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  VIII.<br>A REFORMATION I would have,<br>As for our griefes a SOV'RAIGNE salve;<br>That is, a cleansing of each wheele<br>Of state, that yet some rust doth feele.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  IX.<br>But not a reformation so,<br>As to reforme were to ore'throw,<br>Like watches by unskilfull men<br>Disjoynted, and set ill againe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  X.<br>The PUBLICK FAITH I would adore,<br>But she is banke-rupt of her store:<br>Nor how to trust her can I see,<br>For she that couzens all, must me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XI.<br>Since then none of these can be<br>Fit objects for my love and me;<br>What then remaines, but th' only spring<br>Of all our loves and joyes, the King?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XII.<br>He who, being the whole ball<br>Of day on earth, lends it to all;<br>When seeking to ecclipse his right,<br>Blinded we stand in our owne light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XIII.<br>And now an universall mist<br>Of error is spread or'e each breast,<br>With such a fury edg'd as is<br>Not found in th' inwards of th' abysse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  XIV.<br>Oh, from thy glorious starry waine<br>Dispense on me one sacred beame,<br>To light me where I soone may see<br>How to serve you, and you trust me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a><div class=q>
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Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
To fancy all the world beside.

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Yet e're I doe begin to love,
See, how I all my objects prove;
Then my free soule to that confine,
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