Abbildungen der Seite
PDF
[merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small]

Contentment cannot smart; stoics we see Make torments easier to their apathy.

These manacles upon my arm
I as my mistress' favors wear;
And for to keep my ankles warm
I have some iron shackles there:
These walls are but my garrison; this cell,
Which men call jail, doth prove my cit-
adel.

I'm in the cabinet lockt up,
Like some high-prizéd margarite,
Or, like the Great Mogul or Pope,
Am cloistered up from public sight:
Retiredness is a piece of majesty,
And thus, proud sultan, I in as great as
thee.

Here sin for want of food must starve,
Where tempting objects are not seen;
And these strong walls do only serve
To keep vice out, and keep me in :
Malice of late 's grown charitable sure;
I'm not committed, but am kept secure.

So he that struck at Jason's life, Thinking t' have made his purpose sure, By a malicious friendly knife Did only wound him to a cure. Malice, I see, wants wit; for what is meant Mischief, ofttimes proves favor by the event.

Have you not seen the nightingale,
A prisoner like, coopt in a cage,
How doth she chant her wonted tale,
In that her narrow hermitage
Even then her charming melody doth
rove
That all her bars are trees, her cage a
grove.

I am that bird, whom they combine
Thus to deprive of liberty;
But though |. do my corps confine,
Yet maugre hate, my soul is free:
And though immured, yet can I chirp,
and sing
Disgrace to rebels, glory to my king.

My soul is free as ambient air, Although my baser part 's immured,

[merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][merged small][ocr errors][merged small][merged small]

friends.

[blocks in formation]
[blocks in formation]

LIBERTY.

WHERE honor or where conscience does not bind, No other law shall shackle me; Slave to myself I will not be : Nor shall my future actions be confined By my own present mind. Who by resolves and vows engaged does stand For days that yet belong to Fate, Does, like an unthrift, mortgage his estate Before it falls into his hand. | The bondman of the cloister so All that he does receive does always owe; And still as time comes in, it goes away, Not to enjoy, but debts to pay. Unhappy slave and pupil to a bell! Wij, his hour's work, as well as hours, does tell ! Unhappy to the last, the kind releasing' oi.

FROM DRYDEN TO BURNS.

"------------

« ZurückWeiter »