I. <br />Sing out, pent soules, sing cheerefully! <br />Care shackles you in liberty: <br />Mirth frees you in captivity. <br /> Would you double fetters adde? <br /> Else why so sadde? <br /> <br /> Chorus. <br />Besides your pinion'd armes youl finde <br />Griefe too can manakell the minde. <br /> <br /> II. <br />Live then, pris'ners, uncontrol'd; <br />Drink oth' strong, the rich, the old, <br />Till wine too hath your wits in hold; <br /> Then if still your jollitie <br /> And throats are free-- <br /> <br /> Chorus. <br />Tryumph in your bonds and paines, <br />And daunce to the music of your chaines.<br /><br />Richard Lovelace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-vintage-to-the-dungeon-a-song/
