The Scrutiny, by Richard Lovelace
Why should you swear I am forsworn,
Since thine I vow'd to be?
Lady it is already morn,
And ...
Poems by Richard Lovelace
To Althea, from Prison, by Richard Lovelace
When Love with unconfined wings
Hovers within my gates,
And my divine Althea brings
To whispe...
To Lucasta, Going to the Wars, by Richard Lovelace
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
...