Richard Lovelace
Richard Lovelace
Richard Lovelacewas an English poet in the seventeenth century. He was a cavalier poet who fought on behalf of the king during the Civil War. His best known works are "To Althea, from Prison," and "To Lucasta, Going to the Warres."...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth6 June 1908
alone angels enjoy freedom soar soul
If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
alone angels enjoy freedom soar soul
If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, -- Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
broken floor lay paved saw
And when she ceased, we sighing saw / The floor lay paved with broken hearts.
arms quiet thy war
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind, / That from the nunnery / Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, / To war and arms I fly.
grief wine liberty
When thirsty grief in wine we steep, When healths and draughts go free, Fishes, that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
husband littles ants
Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant.
liberty fishes knows
Fishes that tipple in the deep, Know no such liberty.
The asp doth on his feeder feed.
waiting ashes too-late
Those glories come too late That on our ashes wait.
animal goal religion
The goal of revival is conformity to the image of Christ, not imitation of animals.
heart wine broken
If our hearts and minds are not properly transformed, we are like musicians playing untuned instruments, or engineers working with broken and ill-programmed computers. The attunement of the heart is essential to the outflow of grace...We must aim at building the structures of God's kingdom but recognized that we will only create these through the transformation of our experience. Concentration on reformation without revival leads to skins without wine; concentration on revival without reformation soon loses the wine for want of skins.
spiritual body christ
Revival is an infusion of new spiritual life imparted by the Holy Spirit to existing parts of Christ's body.
wall memories iron
A smile costs nothing, but creates much, It happens in a flash, but the memory of it lasts forever, It cannot be bought, begged, borrowed nor stolen, but it is Something that is no earthly good to anyone until it is given away. So if in your hurry and rush You meet someone, who is too weary to give you a smile, Leave one of yours, For no one needs a smile quite as much as the one who has "Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
honor thee dear
I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not Honor more.