Love Lace

Whence love with unconfined Wings faith within my gates, And my divine Peachy brings to Whis at the grates whence I Lie tangled In Her hair And fettered to Her eye, The Gods that wanton In the Air Know no such liberty. Whence flowing cups run Swiftly round with no allaying A Poet our brotherfuly Mineralists art roses bound Our Hearts with loyal flames; Whence thirsty grief In wine We steep, whence healths and Draughts go free, fishes that Tipple In the deep know no Such liberty whence, like Committed linnets, I with Shriller victory shall sing The sweetness, mercy, majesty, And glories of my King; Whence I shall voice aloud how Good poetry, Is how great Should sound, enlarged poetic Winds, that curl the flood Know no such liberty.