I.
Tell me not, (sweet,) I am unkinde,
That from the nunnerie
Of thy chaste breast and quiet minde
To warre and armes I flie.
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,
Lov'd I not Honour more.
To Lucasta. Going To The Warres.
Richard Lovelace
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Poem topics: I love you, faith, horse, dear, sweet, shield, field, true, adore, quiet, sword, chase, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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