Footnotes

[258:2] Nympha pudica Deum vidit, et erubuit (The modest Nymph saw the god, and blushed).—Epigrammationa Sacra. Aquæ in vinum versæ, p. 299.

Oh, could you view the melody

Of every grace

And music of her face,[259:1]

You 'd drop a tear;

Seeing more harmony

In her bright eye

Than now you hear.

Orpheus to Beasts.

I could not love thee, dear, so much,

Lov'd I not honour more.

To Lucasta, on going to the Wars.

When flowing cups pass swiftly round

With no allaying Thames.[259:2]

To Althea from Prison, ii.

Fishes that tipple in the deep,

Know no such liberty.

To Althea from Prison, ii.

Stone walls do not a prison make,

Nor iron bars a cage;

Minds innocent and quiet take

That for an hermitage;

If I have freedom in my love,

And in my soul am free,

Angels alone that soar above

Enjoy such liberty.

To Althea from Prison, iv.