Richard Lovelace Quotes

The asp doth on his feeder feed.

Thus did they live: Thus did they love, Repeating only joys above; And Angels were, but with clothes on, Which they would put off cheerfully, To bathe them in the galaxy, Then gird them with the Heavenly zone.

I could not love thee, Dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly.

Amarantha sweet and fair, Ah braid no more that shining hair! As my curious hand or eye, Hovering round thee let it fly.

Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for a hermitage; If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free; Angels along that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye; The Gods, that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.