To Lucasta, Going to the Wars

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To Lucasta, Going to the Wars
by Richard Lovelace

To Lucasta

I.

TELL me not Sweet I am unkind,
That from the Nunnery
Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind,
To War and Armes I fly.

II.

True; a new Mistresse now I chase
The first Foe in the Field
And with a stronger Faith imbrace
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 honor more.