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When love with unconfinéd wings
Hovers within my gates, And my divine Althea brings
To whisper at my grates ; When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye, The birds that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
That for a hermitage :
And in my soul am free,
Enjoy such liberty.
TELL me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
I wish her store
True: a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.