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Long in thy Shackels liberty	A
I ask not from these walls but thee	A
Left for a while another's Bride	B
To fancy all the world beside	B
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Yet e're I do begin to love	C
See How I all my objects prove	D
Then my free Soul to that confine	E
'Twere possible I might call mine	E
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First I would be in love with Peace	F
And her rich swelling breasts increase	F
But how alas how may that be	A
Despising Earth will she love me	A
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Fain would I be in love with War	G
As my dear just avenging star	H
But War is lov'd so ev'ry where	I
Ev'n he disdains a lodging here	J
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Thee and thy wounds I would bemoan	K
Fair thorough shot Religion	L
But he lives only that kills thee	A
ANd who so binds thy hands is free	A
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I would love a Parliament	M
As a main Prop from Heav'n sent	N
But ah who's he that would be wedded	O
To th' fairest body that's beheaded	P
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Next would I court my Liberty	A
And then my birth right Property	A
But can that be when in is known	K
There's nothing you can call your own	K
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A Reformation I would have	Q
As for our griefs a Sov'reign salve	R
That is a cleansing of each wheel	S
Of State that yet some rust doth feel	S
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But not a Reformation so	T
As to reform were to ore'throw	T
Like watches by unskilfull men	U
Disjointed and set ill again	U
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The Public Faith I would adore	G
But she is bankrupt of her store	G
Nor how to trust her can I see	A
For she that couzens all must me	A
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Since then none of these can be	A
Fit objects for my Love and me	A
What then remains but th' only spring	V
Of all our loves and joyes The King	V
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He who being the whole ball	W
Of day on Earth lends it to all	W
When seeking to eclipse his right	X
Blinded we stand in our own light	X
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And now in universal mist	Y
Of Error is spread or'e each breast	Z
With such a fury edg'd as is	A2
Not found in th' inwards of th' Abyss	B2
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Oh from thy glorious starry waine	U
Dispense on me one sacred beam	C2
To light me where I soon may see	A
How to serve you and you trust me	A

Richard Lovelace

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