To Lucasta, Going to the Wars / Richard Lovelace

         
To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

I

Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.

II

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.

III

Yet this inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.

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Richard Lovelace (1618-1657)
from Lucasta, 1649

[Poem is in the public domain worldwide]

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