To Lucasta, on going to wars
Richard Lovelace
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Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
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To Lucasia, on
Going to the Wars.
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field,
And with a stronger faith embrace,
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore ;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much
Loved I not Honour more.
By Richard Lovelace.