Classic Poem

Now finde I true that hath bene often told,
(No man may reaue the freedome of the mind,)
Though kepers charge in chaines the captiue hold,
Yet can he not the Soule in bondage binde:
That this is true, I finde the proofe in me,
Who Captiue am, and yet at libertie.
Though at my heele a cruell clogge they tye,
And ranging out by rigor be restraynde,
Yet maugre might, my minde doth freely flye
Home to my frend, it will not be enchainde
No Churles checke, no Tyrants threat can stay
A Louers heart, that longs to be away
I doe desire no ayde of Dedalus,
By feate to forge such waxen winges anew
As erst he gaue his sonne young Icarus,
When they from Crete for feare of Mynos flew,
Dame Fancy hath such feathers still in store,
For me to flie as I desire no more.


Il desire non ha riposo