"Stone walls doe not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Mindes innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedome in my love, And in my soule am free, Angels alone that sore above Enjoy such liberty."
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1642, quoted in English Literature And Its Background, p. 407
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Richard Lovelace (poet)
Richard Lovelace (9 December 1618 – 1657) was an English poet and nobleman, born in Woolwich, Kent, today part of southeast London. He was one of the Cavalier poets, and a noted royalist.
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