Richard Lovelace

The Vintage to the Dungeon


Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully!
Care shackles you in liberty:
Mirth frees you in captivity.
    Would you double fetters adde? 
    Else why so sadde?


Besides your pinion'd armes youl finde
Griefe too can manakell the minde.


Live then, pris'ners, uncontrol'd;
Drink oth' strong, the rich, the old,
Till wine too hath your wits in hold;
    Then if still your jollitie 
    And throats are free--  

Tryumph in your bonds and paines,
And daunce to the music of your chaines. 

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