Tixall Poetry/A Glasse Chayne Broken
A Glasse Chayne Broken.
Cease to proclayme the victory,And trophy of your ether eye;Vaunt me no more your captive there,Enchayned in a single haire:Thees weire glorious fetters too,And every linke as strong as you;And yet you see the chayne is broke,And I in tyme may slip the yoake.