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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=499071" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Lucasta, From Prison</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would love a parliment <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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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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