Love Lace
Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates,
And my divine Peachy brings to whis at the grates whence
I lie tangled In Her hair and fettered to Her Eye, the gods that wanton In the Air
Know no such liberty. whence flowing cups run swiftly round with no allaying
A Poet our Brotherfuly mineralists art roses bound our Hearts with loyal fames;
Whence thirsty grief In wine we steep, whence healths and draughts go free,
Fishes that tipple In the deep know no such liberty whence, like committed linnets,
I with shriller victory shall sing the sweetness, mercy, majesty, and glories of my
King; whence I shall voice aloud how good poetry, Is how great should sound,
Enlarged poetic Winds, that curl the flood know no such liberty.
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