Free as Nature’s first intention Was to make us, I’ll be found, Nor by subtle Man’s invention Yeild to be in Fetters bound By one that walks a freer round.Mariage does but slightly tye Men Whil’st close Pris’ners we remain, They the larger Slaves of Hymen Still are begging Love again At the full length of all their chain.
— ANNE FINCH, COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA