Roger Quilter - To Althea, from Prison lyrics

When Love with unconfined wings Hovers within my Gates; And my divine Althea brings To whisper at the Grates: When I lye tangled in her haire And fetterd to her eye; The Gods, that wanton in the Aire Know no such Liberty When flowing Cups run swiftly round With no allaying Thames Our carelesse heads with Roses bound Our hearts with Loyall Flames; When thirsty griefe in Wine we steepe When Healths and draughts go free Fishes that tipple in the Deepe Know no such Libertie When (like committed Linnets) I With shriller throat shall sing The sweetnes, Mercy, Majesty And glories of my KING; When I shall voyce aloud, how Good He is, how Great should be; Enlargèd Winds that curle the Flood Know no such Liberty Stone Walls doe not a Prison make Nor I'ron 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 Injoy such Liberty