X. TO ALTHEA FROM PRISON.
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This excellent sonnet, which possessed a high degree of fame
among the old Cavaliers, was written by Colonel Richard
Lovelace during his confinement in the gate-house Westminster:
to which he was committed by the house of Commons, in April
1642, for presenting a petition from the county of Kent, requesting
them to restore the king to his rights, and to settle
the government. See Wood's Athenæ, Vol. II. p. 228; where
may be seen at large the affecting story of this elegant writer,
who after having been distinguished for every gallant and
polite accomplishment, the pattern of his own sex, and the
darling of the ladies, died in the lowest wretchedness, obscurity, and want, in 1658.
This song is printed from a scarce volume of his poems
intitled, “Lucasta, 1649. 12mo.” collated with a copy in the editor's folio MS.
When love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at my grates;
When I lye tangled in her haire,
And fetter'd with her eye,
The birds that wanton in the aire,
Know no such libertye.
When flowing cups run swiftly round
With no allaying thames,
Our carelesse heads with roses crown'd,
Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty griefe in wine we steepe,
When healths and draughts goe free,
Fishes, that tipple in the deepe,
Know no such libertìe.
When, linnet-like, confined I
With shriller note shall sing
The mercye, sweetness, majestye,
And glories of my king;
When I shall voyce aloud how good,
He is, how great should be,
Th'enlarged windes, that curle the flood,
Know no such libertìe.
Stone walls doe not a prison make,
Nor iron barres a cage,
Mindes, innocent, and quiet, take
That for an hermitage:
If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soule am free,
Angels alone, that soare above,
Enjoy such libertìe.