And when she ceased, we sighing saw / The floor lay paved with broken hearts. |
And when she ceased, we sighing saw / The floor lay paved with broken hearts. |
Fishes, that tipple in the deep, / Know no such liberty. |
I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more |
If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, -- Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty. |
Stone walls do not a prison make/ Nor iron bars a cage;/ Minds innocent and quiet take/ That for an hermitage. |
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, / That from the nunnery / Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, / To war and arms I fly. |