RICHARD LOVELACE

Our careless heads with roses bound,

Our hearts with loyal flames; When thirsty grief in wine we steep,

When healths and draughts go free- Fishes that tipple in the deep Know no such liberty.

When, like committed linnets, I

With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty,

And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good

He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds, that curl the flood,

Know no such liberty.

Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage ; Minds innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage ; If I have freedom in my love

And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above,

Enjoy such liberty.

��ABRAHAM COWLEY Anacreontics

I. Drinking

r I "HE thirsty earth soaks up the rain,

• And drinks and gapes for drink again;

The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair;

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