"Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron 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 soar above Enjoy such liberty." TO LUCASTA GOING TO THE WARRES "Tell me not (sweet) I am unkinde, That from the nunnerie Of thy chaste heart and quiet minde To warre and armes I flie. "True: a new Mistresse now I chase, The first foe in the field, And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. "Yet this inconstancy is such As you, too, shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Lov'd I not Honour more." James Graham, Marquis of Montrose, was another cavalier poet whose fine, sad story you will read in history. He loved his King and fought and suffered for him, and when he heard that he was dead he drew his sword and wrote a poem with its point: "Great, Good, and Just, could I but rate My grief, and thy too rigid fate, I'd weep the world in such a strain As it should deluge once again: But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds And write thine epitaph in blood and wounds." He wrote, too, a famous song known as Montrose's Love-song. Here it is:-- "My dear and only love, I pray This noble world of thee, Be governed by no other sway But purest monarchie. "For if confusion have a part Which vertuous souls abhore, And hold a synod in thy heart, I'll never love thee more. "Like Alexander I will reign, And I will reign alone, My thoughts shall evermore disdain A rival on my throne. "He either fears his fate too much Or his deserts are small, That puts it not unto the touch, To win or lose it all. "But I must rule and govern still, And always give the law, And have each subject at my will, And all to stand in awe. "But 'gainst my battery if I find Thou shun'st the prize so sore, As that thou set'st me up a blind I'll never love thee more. "If in the Empire of thy heart, Where I should solely be, Another do pretend a part, And dares to vie with me: "Or if committees thou erect, And goes on such a score, I'll sing and laugh at thy neglect, and never love thee more. "But if thou wilt be constant then, And faithful to thy word, I'll make thee glorious with my pen And famous by my sword. "I'll serve thee in such noble ways Was never heard before, I'll crown and deck thee all with bays And love thee more and more."