Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage, Minds innocent and quiet, take That for an hermitage. Lovelace.To Althea from Prison; 2 Percy Rel. 343.
A prison is a house of care, A place where none can thrive; A touchstone true to try a friend, A grave for one alive; Sometimes a place of right, Sometimes a place of wrong, Sometimes a place of rogues and thieves, And honest men among. Anonymous.Inscription in Edinburgh Tolbooth.
If lovers, Cupid! are thy care, Exert thy vengeance on this fair, To trial bring her stolen charms, And let her prison be my arms. Earl of Egremont.The Fair Thief; from Collet.