Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, 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.
To Lucasta, Going To The Wars
Richard Lovelace
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Poem topics: I love you, faith, horse, war, dear, embrace, sweet, shield, field, mind, true, adore, quiet, sword, chase, love, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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