Richard Lovelace

“ Our careless heads with roses crown'd
⁠Our hearts with loyal flames;
When thirsty grief in wine we steep,
⁠When healths and draughts go tree
Fishes that tipple in the deep
⁠Know no such liberty. ”

“ Fishes that tipple in the deep
⁠Know no such liberty. ”

“ When I lie tangled in her hair
⁠And fetter'd to her eye,
The birds that wanton in the air
⁠Know no such liberty. ”