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Kings and princes, for that reason,
Prisoners are as well as we.
Pray, what made great Alexander,
Weep at his unfriendly fate?
’Twas because he could not wander,
beyond the world’s prison-gate:
For the world is also bounded,
By the heavens and stars above:
Why should we then be confounded.
Since there’s nothing free but love.
Katharine Ogie,
AS walking forth to view the plain,
Upon a morning early,
While May’s sweet scent did chear my brain
From flow’rs which grew so rarely;
I chanc’d to meet a pretty maid,
She shin’d though it was foggy:
I ask’d her name; Sweet Sir, she said,
My name is Katharine Ogie.
I stood a while, and did admire,
To see a nymph so stately;
