Introduction

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage...but they DO put a crimp in your social life.

What happened to Richard Lovelace between Lucasta (on going to wars) and Althea (from prison)....probably.

To Lucasta

I must confess, my dear Lucasta,
My roving eye I failed to master,
And, much like soldiers everywhere,
Fell prey to face and figure fair.

Althea was a winsome lass
Who had a perfect a...Let that pass.
At her request, she bunked with me.
(Remember, dear, we WERE at sea.)

The channel crossing was delayed.
I dallied three nights with the maid,
And when we went ashore at Dover,
I was certain it was over.

Alas for me, I didn't bother
To learn who was Althea's father.
It seems he had the monarch's ear,
And that was bad for me, I fear.

Althea's state soon all could see,
Which led the bailiff straight to me.
That's why my poems I now address
To her who got me IN this mess.

Perhaps, (and saying this is tough)
I loved not honour quite enough

Copyright; Tad Lawson
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