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Why must I thus forever bee confin'd

Why must I thus forever bee confin'd
Against the noble Freedome of my Mind
When as each hoarie Moth, and Gaudy Fly
Within their spheirs injoy their Liberty
The Virgin Bee her luscious Cell forsakes 5
And on a Thousand Flowers pleasures Takes
The glistring Beetle casts her stag like Horns
The next year new her stately Front adorns
Shee rowls her Unctious Embrio East and West
To call great Nature who hears her behest 10
The silk worm Feeds, then Works, then shee inv\o/lv's
Her self, then Breeds, then Flies till shee dissolv's
The Bassalisk that kils by Fascination
Is not Like mee ti'de to one Habitation
Noe nor the Catablepe whose poysonous Eye 15
Where ere shee goes makes Grass and Flowers die
Though these destroy yet may they freely Range
Whils't I am shut up in a Countrey Grange
My looks though sad would make my freind revive
Why must I then bee buried thus alive 20
The amphis bena that at both's ends kill
Doth Freely slide about where er'e shee will
The Dipsus that doth make Men die with Quaffing
And the Tarantula that kils with Laughing
With that Bold Worm which kild the Egiptian Queen 25
All Freely crauling' bout the World are seen
Thus Insects, Reptals that spontaneus breed
From such a solitude as mine are Freed
And I (oh my sad heart) and onely I
Must in this sad confinement living Die 30
The swiftest Dolphin and the vastest Whale
Are not immured as I in Walle or Pale
But every sort of Fish even as they please
Doe Dive and Swim about the spacious seas
Though the dull Oyster from a Rock is torn 35
Yet shee with sayls, and Wind and Tide is boarn
Or’e all the swelling Billons at her Pleasure
Untill the Cunning Crab on her takes seasure
The Flying Fish though shee doth oft despair
Yet shee commands the seas and vaster ayr 40
And those Fair Birds which hover still above
Which are soe Far indulgent to their Love
To let their Females lay upon their Back
Noe Noble Freedome surely they can lack
Nor doe they fear the terrablest Tirants lower 45
Should shut them in a Basteel or a Tower
For they disdain to touch this dunghill Earth
Thus they injoy the Freedome of their Birth
But I to solitude am still confind
The cruelst Curb unto a Noble Mind 50
The Halcion that Calms the Rufling seas
Is not retraind but Flyes where ere shee please
Nor doth the swan on Thames her silver Breast
Ask leave to rise of from her Downey nest
The Rav'nous Ravens Deaff to their Young on's cry 55
May in the spacious ayr most Freely Fly
But I above my life my Children Love
Yet I to comfort them cannot remove
The Foolish Ostridg doth her egs expose
To Thousand dangers er'e they doe disclose 60
Yet proudly shee by wind and Wing is boarn
The swiftest Hors and Rider she doth scorn
But I for mine would willingly dissolve
Yet sad obscurity doth mee involve
The mild and Tenderhearted Turtle Dove 65
That was soe constant to her onely Love
Though shee resolves to have noe second mate
Yet shee her Flieght about the ayr doth take
But I that am more constant then this Dove
Unto my First and last and onely Love 70
Cannot from this sad place (ay mee) remove
The Cuckow that doth put her egs to Nurs
Then eats thear Foster Brothers which is wors
Yet this Curst Embleme of ingratitude
Is not like mee inslavd to solitude 75
All volateeles from the Eagle to the Dove
Their Freedome freely, both injoy and Love
But I noe liberty expect to have
Untill I find my Freedome in my Grave
The swiftest Su noe Liberty can Lack 80
That bears her spritely ofspring on her back
The Cannibal when shee the Huntman hears
Her pretty younglings in a Wallet bears
Thus from Pursuers they are all secure
But these sad shades doth mee ay mee immure 85
That I cannot assist mine in their sorrow
Which makes mee sigh and weep both Eve and Morrow
The Lyon, Tiger, Elaphant, and Bear:
And Thousands more, doe noe confinement Fear
Thus Beasts, Birds, Fishes, Equivocall Worm and Fly 90
Injoy more liberty (woes mee) then I
Wer't for my God, King, Countrey, or my Freind,
My Love, my Children, twere a Noble End
Or wer't for sin my guilty Head I wo'd hide
And Patiently the stroke of Death abide 95
Or wer't my veniall slip's to expiate
Then my restraint would have a happie Date
Or wert for debt I soon could pay that score
But tis, Oh my sad soul, I'le say noe more
To God alone my suffrings Il'e deplore. 100