When I lie tangled in her hair,
And fettered to her eye,
The gods that wanton in the air
Know no such liberty.


To Althea: From Prison, st. 1. - Lucasta (1649)

Richard Lovelace Quotes

When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The gods that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.

When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The gods that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.

When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The gods that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.

When I lie tangled in her hair, And fettered to her eye, The gods that wanton in the air Know no such liberty.