Richard Lovelace quotes

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Then Love, I beg, when next thou takest thy bow,
Thy angry shafts, and dost heart-chasing go,
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Love, then unstinted, Love did sip,
And cherries plucked fresh from the lip;
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Poor verdant fool, and now green ice! thy joys,
Large and as lasting as thy perch of grass,
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Then, if when I have lov'd my round,
Thou prov'st the pleasant she,
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Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
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Here we'll strip and cool our fire
In cream below, in milk-baths higher;
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Though seas and land be 'twixt us both,
Our faith and troth,
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Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
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