Maxioms by Richard Lovelace
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage,
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage.
Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
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Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face,
You'd drop a tear,
Seeing more harmony
In her bright eye,
Than now you hear.
Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.
Those glories come too late
That on our ashes wait.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.
