Classic Poem

To CASTARA.

What can the freedome of our love enthrall?
Castara were we dispossest of all
The gifts of fortune; richer yet than she
Can make her slaves, wee'd in each other be.
Love in himselfe's a world. If we should have
A mansion but in some forsaken cave;
Wee'd smooth misfortune: and our selves thinke then
Retir'd like Princes from the noise of men,
To breath a while unflatter'd. Each wild beast,
That should the silence of our cell infest,
With clamor, seeking prey; Wee'd fancie weare
Nought but an avaritious Courtier.
 Wealth's but opinion. Who thinks other more
 Of treasures have, then we, is onely poore.

To CASTARA.

What can the freedome of our love enthrall?
Castara were we dispossest of all
The gifts of fortune; richer yet than she
Can make her slaves, wee'd in each other be.
Love in himselfe's a world. If we should have
A mansion but in some forsaken cave;
Wee'd smooth misfortune: and our selves thinke then
Retir'd like Princes from the noise of men,
To breath a while unflatter'd. Each wild beast,
That should the silence of our cell infest,
With clamor, seeking prey; Wee'd fancie weare
Nought but an avaritious Courtier.
 Wealth's but opinion. Who thinks other more
 Of treasures have, then we, is onely poore.