Richard Lovelace

I could not love thee, Dear, so much,

— Richard Lovelace

Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,A flower and a maidenhead.

— Richard Lovelace

Poor verdant fool, and now green ice! thy joys,Their floods with an o’erflowing glass.

— Richard Lovelace

If to be absent were to bePity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.

— Richard Lovelace

Though Seas and Land betwixt us both,Unseene, unknowne, and greet as Angels greet.

— Richard Lovelace

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,To war and arms I fly.

— Richard Lovelace

Yet this inconstancy is suchLoved I not honor more.

— Richard Lovelace

Here we’ll strip and cool our fireI’ll drink a tear out of thine eye.

— Richard Lovelace

Then, if when I have lov’d my round,Ev’n sated with variety.

— Richard Lovelace

Oh, could you view the melodyThan now you hear.

— Richard Lovelace

When I lie tangled in her hair,Know no such liberty.

— Richard Lovelace

When flowing cups pass swiftly roundWith no allaying Thames.

— Richard Lovelace

Fishes that tipple in the deep,Know no such liberty.

— Richard Lovelace

Stone walls do not a prison make,Enjoy such liberty.

— Richard Lovelace

Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow,Pass rascal deer, strike me the largest doe.

— Richard Lovelace