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.