34 MARVELL
When, linnet-like confined, I
With shriller throat shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty,
And glories of my King; When I shall voice aloud how good
He is, how great should be, Enlarged winds that curl the flood
Know no such liberty.
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage : If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free, Angels alone that soar above
Enjoy such liberty.
Lovelace.
XXI
TWO KINGS
THE forward youth that would appear Must now forsake his Muses dear, Nor in the shadows sing His* numbers languishing.
'Tis time to leave the books in dust, And oil the unused armour's rust, Removing from the wall The corselet of the hall.
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