To Lucasta From Prison An Epode
I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
I
Long in thy shackels, liberty
I ask not from these walls, but thee;
Left for awhile anothers bride,
Behold
three sister-wonders, in whom met,
Distinct and chast, the splendrous
Of Juno,
LL me not,
Sweet,
I am unkind, That from the
Of thy chaste breasts, 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
Hovering round thee, let it fly
I
Here, here, oh here
CE, Here was she slaine;
Her soule 'still'd through a veine: The gods knew
How have I bin religious
what strange
Has scap't me, that I never understood
Have I hel-guarded Haeresie o'rthrowne
I
Sweet serene skye-like Flower,
Haste to adorn her Bower : From thy long clowdy bed, Shoot forth thy damaske head
II
Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vowed to be
Lady, it is already morn,
And 'twas last night I swore to
Sir, how unravell'd is the golden fleece:
Men, that could only fool at
OX
ND
I
In the nativity of time,
Chloris
it was not thought a crime In direct Hebrew for to woe
"Come, pretty birds, present your lays, And learn to chaunt a goddess praise; Ye wood-nymphs, let your voices be Employ'd to serve her deity: And warble forth, ye virgins nine, Some music to my Valentine
"Her bosom is love's paradis...
I
When I by thy faire shape did sweare,
And mingled with each vowe a teare, I lov'd,
I lov'd thee best, I swore as I profest